[ He flinches only slightly, but he lets her take his hands. He’s adjusting, but only to these gentle touches that he can easily maneuver his way out of. It helps that his hands are covered, he thinks. He had only been granted gloves when he was in the guise of a prince.
He doesn’t think of himself as more of a prince anymore. ]
But for how long?
[ He nearly whispers, looking lost and far away. His identity is a double-edged sword. He truly would rather die than be made back into Reek, but there’s still a touch of sick comfort in that name. Theon Greyjoy has done terrible things, things that he doesn’t know how to apologize for, but Reek hasn’t. Reek has no guilt. Reek lives only to obey and to serve. Perhaps that’s why it’s so tempting to be beckoned over the edge, back into the darkness where that old name still dwells. It’s terrifying, because the temptation is so very real and Ramsay hasn’t even been informed of his return. ]
I don’t think I know how to be happy.
[ It’s almost a childlike answer, but it’s the truth. ]
no subject
He doesn’t think of himself as more of a prince anymore. ]
But for how long?
[ He nearly whispers, looking lost and far away. His identity is a double-edged sword. He truly would rather die than be made back into Reek, but there’s still a touch of sick comfort in that name. Theon Greyjoy has done terrible things, things that he doesn’t know how to apologize for, but Reek hasn’t. Reek has no guilt. Reek lives only to obey and to serve. Perhaps that’s why it’s so tempting to be beckoned over the edge, back into the darkness where that old name still dwells. It’s terrifying, because the temptation is so very real and Ramsay hasn’t even been informed of his return. ]
I don’t think I know how to be happy.
[ It’s almost a childlike answer, but it’s the truth. ]
I don’t think I’m meant to be.