[If Ramsay has to experience one more fucking memory, he's going to gut the person who's memory it is. He's awake again, he has things to get on with, there are people he's keen to avoid (other's he wants to make sure he runs into). He's just spotted one of those people, fucking Reek with his fucking fingers and unflayed skin and unbroken spirit, when the now familiar sense of sliding out of reality takes him and he swears under his breath.
The memory itself makes him want to swear again. That fucking man right there, who looks like him but is doing and saying things he knows he's never fucking done or said (more or less. he's definitely flayed a few children in his time).
Of course, just when the memory gets good, Reek turns away and everything goes hazy.]
By the fucking old gods, Theon. What was that? [He laughs, pitching it to carry over to the real Reek. He feels like swearing more than laughing, but Reek doesn't have to know that.]
BBBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
The memory itself makes him want to swear again. That fucking man right there, who looks like him but is doing and saying things he knows he's never fucking done or said (more or less. he's definitely flayed a few children in his time).
Of course, just when the memory gets good, Reek turns away and everything goes hazy.]
By the fucking old gods, Theon. What was that? [He laughs, pitching it to carry over to the real Reek. He feels like swearing more than laughing, but Reek doesn't have to know that.]