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Who: Theon Greyjoy (
reek) & Various
What: Theon got a canon update! It's not pretty. Here's a catchall.
When: May
Where: Olympia...mostly not leaving his home tbh
Warning(s): Typical ASOIAF/GoT warnings & added torture mentions
[ Starters will be in the comments! If you would like one and we haven't talked about it yet, PM me or grab me at
muttonchops, or just wildcard me. Theon will largely not be around Olympia, but he will visit the stasis units closer to the end of the month if you want to catch him then. ]
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What: Theon got a canon update! It's not pretty. Here's a catchall.
When: May
Where: Olympia...mostly not leaving his home tbh
Warning(s): Typical ASOIAF/GoT warnings & added torture mentions
[ Starters will be in the comments! If you would like one and we haven't talked about it yet, PM me or grab me at
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For a moment, she wonders: what did stasis do to him? ]
It's Daenerys. [ Spoken not in a steely tone, but of something inquiring. ] I wished to see you.
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He considers just telling her to go away, but he’s seen how stubborn she is. He would rather face her than have her knock the door off its hinges, leaving him without a lock to protect him. He opens the door, just a crack, just enough for her to see that there’s something wrong. ]
You’ve seen me.
[ He sounds exhausted, and he looks exhausted. ]
Please. Unless you need something, just leave.
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[ The door opens a pitiful crack. It makes her lips thin and her temper flare, and before she realizes just what she does--she's shoving at it, trying to force it open with as much strength as she can muster.
What if he was hurt? What if there was someone there? ]
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He stumbles backward, away from her, frail chest heaving and his eyes wide, more out of anger than fright for the first time in days.
Have you seen enough now?, he thinks bitterly. Is this what you wanted?
He was such a vain young man once, prideful in his appearance. Now he’s just a wisp of that young man, a ghost in Theon Greyjoy’s clothing. Half a person, pale and skeletal, nearly unrecognizable as he stands before her with his shock white hair, scars and missing fingers. ]
Now you’ve seen.
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Blood roars in her ears, lips thinning, nostrils flaring the longer she looks him over. The shock of white hair, pale like hers, but not anything like hers or Viserys'. So skinny now, as well.
Now I've seen. ]
Who did this to you? [ Quiet. Too quiet. ]
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Her question causes him to lapse into silence. The answer is more difficult than she knows.
It was Skinner who flayed some fingers, Ramsay who flayed others. Damon Dance-for-Me who whipped me, but Ramsay who commanded him to do so. It was Ben Bones who trained the hounds, but Ramsay who set them on me. It Ramsay who broke my teeth, Ramsay who took my name from me. You have to remember your name.
He doesn’t know when his hair went white, or how long he was kept in the dark, or how long he was kept by Ramsay at all. ]
I deserved it. I...asked him to do it. He takes nothing but skin, unless you beg.
[ His vague answer names no names, but implies flaying, and it's true. It was only the skin that was flayed from his fingers, until he begged for the pain to end. ]
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But would he let her?
Her throat works as she lifts her chin. Something troubled flashes in the blues of her eyes, there and gone... still stalking beneath her skin and her thoughts. ]
Is that what he said? [ Dangerously soft. ] That you deserved it?
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He leans back against the door, closing his eyes. Perhaps Ramsay had said he deserved it at some point. Theon can hardly remember. All he knows is that it’s part of his pool of safe responses: the things he can say that ensure Lord Ramsay will not hurt him any further. ]
I said…bad things. The wrong things.
[ He just looks tired, like the door is the only thing keeping him upright, but the fact that it’s closed seems to afford him the bravery to speak more freely.]
He punished me whenever I said something he didn’t like. There are things you must never say to him, or he'll hurt you.
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But still likely a threat, seeing as he knows little to nothing about her. Her chin lowers, eyes still focused on his features, and then she allows her gaze to drop to the floor. Soon it's sweeping up and around them, taking in his living space, allowing him the privacy of recomposing himself. ]
Things which displeased him. What sort of things would he hurt me for saying?
[ What sort did he hurt you for saying, is what she's really asking. ]
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Don’t make me say, his expression alone seems to beg, his eyes wide as he shivers in his own skin. He takes a different approach instead. ]
You must only call him by his name. Ramsay Bolton.
[ The fear behind his eyes says enough as to why. Don’t dare to call him Snow or refer to him as a bastard, or the flaying knife is your fate. It took a long time for Theon to break, and his insults toward Ramsay and his baseborn parentage were merciless before he finally did. ]
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Ramsay Bolton was a prideful thing, wasn't he? ]
I will. Thank you. [ If she reads that fear, she makes no motion of recognizing or reacting to it. Not overtly. ] Upon his awakening, lord Bolton bent the knee to house Targaryen. Do you understand what that means?
[ Of course he will, he's not a fool--but she'll ensure he does not misinterpret this, and she would have him hear it from her and not another. ]
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He knows what it means. He knows Ramsay better than most people do, though he wishes he didn’t. He wishes he had just raided the villages along the Stony Shore, or better yet, he wishes he had simply returned to Robb when his father refused the alliance. ]
He’s trying to earn trust. Yours, or someone else’s. I don’t know.
[ I don’t care. He’ll not earn mine. ]