OPEN POST (JANUARY 2013)

[teamkill]

1. give me a prompt (image, song, quote, poem, et cetera) and request a character in the subject line 2. i'll tag witchu 3. this is a no pressure funsies thing so i'll tag when i feel like it 4. this post is open to literally everyone idc if you know me or not 5. I CAN'T BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR MY DIRTY TAGS

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[seamonster]

( saucy. )

I'm on my knees for you, aren't I? ( his mouth is thick with blood but as dry as paper. ) Your Grace.

( theon's words come slow and lazy and infuriatingly confident, for as conflicted as he feels. looking robb in the face is like being repeatedly punched in the gut, and from the moment he'd been taken down and wrapped in chains as his sword was forced from his bloodied hands, he'd been preparing for this moment. he'd been preparing for robb.

no amount of preparation would have been enough, it turns out. theon feels as lost as ever, aching for him like he always has. )

[caninae]

[ Theon was never the type of person to feel any kind of regret, and Robb doesn't know why he expects that from it now. His voice is just as arrogant as ever, empty of remorse, and Robb just doesn't -- understand. Theon had been everything to him, his friend and his confidante, his brother, his sentinel, and more than all of that sometimes, and Robb had given him everything he could.

Maybe it just hadn't been enough. Or Theon had lied from the beginning.

( But he couldn't have, that stubborn voice at the back of his mind keeps saying. It couldn't have been a lie, he'd never hurt me, not after everything, not when it all felt so real. ) ]

You aren't here for me to show you mercy.

[ Theon is beyond that now. Beyond any kind of forgiveness that Robb could hope to give. And he shouldn't struggle with that, but he does, maybe a flicker of pain showing in his eyes. ]

You're here because I want you to tell me why.