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[smokedout]

Greyjoy.

[He didn't have a plan, but... he's already sent a few blank messages, so this time he's forcing himself to speak.]

Got a moment?

[beboth]

What do you want?

[smokedout]

I want to talk.

Actually- no, fuck talking. I want to see you again.

[beboth]

Why

[smokedout]

You know why.

[A pause.]

I want to fuck you.

Action

[smokedout]

[He said he would leave Theon alone, and he had meant it, at the time. A lot has happened since then. Above all else, a mix of missing his medication and pining for a broken men had lead him to burning the only person he has from his own world, a person he cares very much about even if he won't admit it.

He knows it isn't Theon's fault, but who else can he take it out on?

He tracks the man down in a bar, drinking alone. It's as private a setting as Dodger could ask for - he knows Theon hasn't been back in his dome since their night together. There's no noise to announce him except a quiet pop, before Theon is plunged into the darkness of Dodger's teleportation. The world rights itself just as Theon is thrown to the floor of a unisex bathroom, and Dodger towers over him as he reaches behind to press a white-hot hand to the doorknob. It takes a moment but the handle sags, melting itself into the doorframe and filling the room with the smell of metal and cheap wine.]

[beboth]

[ Theon barely has time to register the sound of the pop much less understand what it meant before that terrifying feeling comes over him but he's helpless even as before he knows it he lands on the floor. It's a moment of pure terror, of Reek.

And he almost begs Dodger not to hurt him but he wrestles back control. ]

What are you doing? [ Theon scowls and pushes himself to his feet, glancing around the room and there's not really another way out but through the door and well... How would it open now? ]

[smokedout]

[Dodger doesn't answer, but he expects it to be fairly clear what he's doing. His hands are flickering with flames, the air around them warping with heat. And honestly, it makes things simpler that Theon is getting up; all the better for Dodger to aim a flaming fist to his head, followed by another to his stomach for good measure.

He has no words for him; he can't articulate the thoughts in his head and anyway, by the smell of his breath he's far from sober. All he has is the feeling that Theon deserves to be punished.]

[beboth]

[ Theon snaps a little when te other's hands flicker with flames and the fear becmes all the more real and the battle is lost a bit. He doesn't understand why Dodger's attacking him. Hadn't they had a deal? But it doesn't matter.

His body langauge shifts, cowering as he tries to shield himself from the blows, the heat terrifying him more than anything ]

Please stop, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. [ Reek doesn't know what he did. ]

[smokedout]

[His next punch connects with the wall just above Theon's head, letting out a blast of heat like opening an oven door. Better yet it traps him, giving Dodger proper time to look him over. He notes the shift in attitude, and puts it down to proper training; he must have been like this for Ramsay, not passive and snarky. Maybe it had been a waste of time to try and play nice... he clearly responds better to force.]

Little late to behave yourself, isn't it?

[His other hand reaches to grab Theon by the throat, giving him just enough room to speak and no more.]

What are you sorry for.

text; un: youngwolf

[kingnamedstark]

[This took a lot of willpower and particular desperation. He doesn't like it and he's clenching his teeth as he sends the message, but need outweighed anger.]

Room 205. I can't sort out my thoughts.

[beboth]

[ There's an abundance of confusion when Theon receives the text and a mix of emotions. Did Robb want to kill him or beat him? But no, if that were it then this wouldn't have been the message that Robb sent -- there probably wouldn't have been a message at all just Robb finding him and doing as he would.

So, he doesn't respond. Robb asks for his presence and Theon will come. Anything Robb asks of him he would do.

He is at the door to the other's place in no time, reaching up a shaking hand to knock, his heart pounding in his chest. ]

[kingnamedstark]

[He still clenches his jaw when he sees Theon's face, feeling that rush of anger and hurt all over again. There's no blows to meet him, no harsh words, only the door opening wider for his former brother to enter. There's a bottle on the table, already opened and half empty, with two glasses. Robb pushed Theon's towards him as he nods to the chair.

This wasn't a conversation he could have with Sansa or Jon. They were too closely involved in his life and he feared their judgement. Eponine didn't know his father or the honor the Starks lived by. Only Theon knew these things and wouldn't view him with disgust.

As much as he hated to admit it, he needed Theon in his life.]

I betrayed my wife last night.

[beboth]

[ It's strange to Theon to not feel the other hitting again, to not be called a traitor and everything that Robb could rightly say about him. He enters, though, because what ever reason Robb had called, Theon will answer -- will do his best.

So, he takes the glass and he sits.

What actually comes out of his mouth surprises Theon but there's no judgment. ]

What do you mean?

[kingnamedstark]

[There was no judgement, just as he expected from Theon. However much he hated him for his betrayal, there was a need for the brother he had known. It was no different to how he turned to his mother in the more difficult moments, still a boy at heart.]

I looked to numb the pain of what happened and drank more than I should. [Which apparently was still his plan for tonight.] I met a woman and went to her bed.

[His hand gripped the glass, blood rushing from his knuckles. He could imagine Jeyne's face if she heard of it and the pain that would be there. He could picture the judgement of his family and men. Gods, he fell lower than his father might hope.]

It's what I did when I heard about Bran and Rickon. Maybe I was searching for my wife in this? [But that seemed like nothing more than an excuse.] I became everything father hated.

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[toivory]

Theon?

Tell me there will be no battles this time. No monsters, no giants. That we'll all be alright come tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. Even if you must lie.

[beboth]

[ Theon certainly does not think that there would be no battles. He doesn't know if they'll be alright but he would do anything to make sure Sansa is. ]

We will be alright.

changed my mind. hanging out in their tent?

[toivory]

[Sansa pulls her knees up to her chest, leaning her head against Theon's chest.]

Do you remember that last night in Winterfell? The eve of battle.

[beboth]

[ Theon wraps an arm around her and lets his chin rest atop her head. ]

Of course, I do.

[toivory]

[She likes being close to him. it's always harder to sleep when he isn't near to her, now that they've been here what must be an entire year.]

It's a stupid question, I know. [She'll never shake the feeling that she's still a stupid little girl so often, and most see her as such.]

I think about it often. Just sitting across from you, amongst the people.

Sphere (Outside of Dome) - December 24th

[unknownmoirai]

[Sitting outside of his dome, along with Sansa's gift, is a simple box and inside is a gift.

Inside is a lovely music box with a sweet melody. Within the song is a bit of magic, creating a calming effect to those who listen.

On the package is a note, written in Inesa's hand.]

Something to help you sleep.
Happy Celebrations.
~ Inesa

[beboth]

[ Theon hadn't been expecting anything so it was an interesting surprise for him. He sends a message to Inesa because it seems polite and he truly does appreciate it. ]

Thank you. It will be nice if it truly can help me sleep but either way I am grateful.

[unknownmoirai]

You're very welcome. If there is anything else I can do to help, please let me know. I realize I am closer to Sansa but you are my friend too <3

[beboth]

Thank you. I am glad Sansa has made so many friends here. She deserves it.

[ It’s strange for him to think of having friends for himself again. ]

[unknownmoirai]

You deserve it too, you both do.