1. I’m not going to be the one to make the reference
[ The last time Theon saw Winterfell, it had been buried beneath snowstorm just like this. It was a storm that ground armies to a halt and left even Roose Bolton feeling uneasy. The snows had piled to a height of forty feel against the castle’s outer walls—enough to soften the fall of two people attempting to escape a terrible fate.
He grew up in the cold and the snow. He’s grown thinner since then, and weaker, but the wind ripping at his white hair doesn’t seem to faze him. It’s a bitter cold, but he would rather be numb than in pain. The only trouble with snow and ice is that he’s forgotten how difficult it is to walk through when you have a limp. He’s unbearably slow at times, and it seems to be frustrating even to him. He seems as though he would like to let out long stream of swears right now, but he doesn’t. He’s restrained, silent, and speaks to no one unless spoken to. ]
2. That's when the insults start to sting
[ He dislikes the AI. It makes him jump every time it speaks, and he doesn’t like the idea of being watched by something he can’t see. He tries so hard not to look at his reflection at all these days. He knows he doesn’t look fantastic. Broken teeth, flayed fingers and skeletal features are becoming on no one, but most people keep their opinions to themselves, even if he can see the pity and disgust in their eyes.
What happened to you?, he hears a voice ask for somewhere in the room. He steels himself against it. ]
I—
[Have you been eating ice to get your teeth that way? You should be eating actual food. ]
No. I know.
[ You look like you’ve made a lot of bad decisions. ]
I have.
3. All I’ve got is a photograph
[ He once wandered the half-ruined towers and battlements of Winterfell to clear his mind. Now he’s decided to do the same in Nadril. It isn’t familiar to him, it isn’t home, but the cold weather helps, and few people bother him. Eventually, he finds himself on the outskirts of the central hub, dotted by strange creatures.
He foolishly thinks he’s been struck by lightning when they begin to flash, and he flinches in anticipation, but there’s no pain. There’s only a series of pictures. He creeps closer to gather them up, and he frowns deeply.
He holds three photographs. One depicts a rocky beach, wind-whipped and stormy with high cliffs. Two young men and a young girl, all who look remarkably like Theon once did, dark haired and smiling, are featured. The second features a snow-covered wood, along with an entire slew of children who look nothing like Theon. The Stark family, Jon Snow included, all younger and happier than they would be now. The last is the darkest, in lighting, in mood, and in memory. It’s a large kennel, with a straw bed in the corner and a pack of hungry-looking dogs scattered throughout. There are nine of them, and he can still name all of them, though he wishes he couldn’t.
His homes. All three of them. He doesn’t look happy to see them, and he doesn't seem as though he'll be moving any time soon. ]
4. Fishing, finally something he’s good at
[ It was Dagmer Cleftjaw who taught Theon how to fish before he left home. Fishermen are honored on the Iron Islands, held in almost equal esteem as captains. Of course, that had been sea fishing, and although ice fishing is a different game altogether, Theon takes to it surprisingly quickly.
He smirks each time he pulls up another fish, grateful that he needs neither all of his fingers nor all of his strength for this particular activity. The people here in this area of Nadril don’t mind his rough appearance. They remind him in some ways of the Ironborn, without the culture that he’s been split from for half his life. He doesn’t need to force himself to fit in with them, because he was never one of them to begin with.
It’s nice, really. He might be the happiest he’s been since he returned from stasis a few months back. ]
I haven't done this since I was a boy.
[ He smirks even still as he recasts his line. ]
I thought I might have forgotten how.
5. Wildcard
[ Hit me with your best shot. Surprise me or find me at muttonchops ]
Theon Greyjoy | A Song of Ice and Fire/GoT
[ The last time Theon saw Winterfell, it had been buried beneath snowstorm just like this. It was a storm that ground armies to a halt and left even Roose Bolton feeling uneasy. The snows had piled to a height of forty feel against the castle’s outer walls—enough to soften the fall of two people attempting to escape a terrible fate.
He grew up in the cold and the snow. He’s grown thinner since then, and weaker, but the wind ripping at his white hair doesn’t seem to faze him. It’s a bitter cold, but he would rather be numb than in pain. The only trouble with snow and ice is that he’s forgotten how difficult it is to walk through when you have a limp. He’s unbearably slow at times, and it seems to be frustrating even to him. He seems as though he would like to let out long stream of swears right now, but he doesn’t. He’s restrained, silent, and speaks to no one unless spoken to. ]
2. That's when the insults start to sting
[ He dislikes the AI. It makes him jump every time it speaks, and he doesn’t like the idea of being watched by something he can’t see. He tries so hard not to look at his reflection at all these days. He knows he doesn’t look fantastic. Broken teeth, flayed fingers and skeletal features are becoming on no one, but most people keep their opinions to themselves, even if he can see the pity and disgust in their eyes.
What happened to you?, he hears a voice ask for somewhere in the room. He steels himself against it. ]
I—
[Have you been eating ice to get your teeth that way? You should be eating actual food. ]
No. I know.
[ You look like you’ve made a lot of bad decisions. ]
I have.
3. All I’ve got is a photograph
[ He once wandered the half-ruined towers and battlements of Winterfell to clear his mind. Now he’s decided to do the same in Nadril. It isn’t familiar to him, it isn’t home, but the cold weather helps, and few people bother him. Eventually, he finds himself on the outskirts of the central hub, dotted by strange creatures.
He foolishly thinks he’s been struck by lightning when they begin to flash, and he flinches in anticipation, but there’s no pain. There’s only a series of pictures. He creeps closer to gather them up, and he frowns deeply.
He holds three photographs. One depicts a rocky beach, wind-whipped and stormy with high cliffs. Two young men and a young girl, all who look remarkably like Theon once did, dark haired and smiling, are featured. The second features a snow-covered wood, along with an entire slew of children who look nothing like Theon. The Stark family, Jon Snow included, all younger and happier than they would be now. The last is the darkest, in lighting, in mood, and in memory. It’s a large kennel, with a straw bed in the corner and a pack of hungry-looking dogs scattered throughout. There are nine of them, and he can still name all of them, though he wishes he couldn’t.
His homes. All three of them. He doesn’t look happy to see them, and he doesn't seem as though he'll be moving any time soon. ]
4. Fishing, finally something he’s good at
[ It was Dagmer Cleftjaw who taught Theon how to fish before he left home. Fishermen are honored on the Iron Islands, held in almost equal esteem as captains. Of course, that had been sea fishing, and although ice fishing is a different game altogether, Theon takes to it surprisingly quickly.
He smirks each time he pulls up another fish, grateful that he needs neither all of his fingers nor all of his strength for this particular activity. The people here in this area of Nadril don’t mind his rough appearance. They remind him in some ways of the Ironborn, without the culture that he’s been split from for half his life. He doesn’t need to force himself to fit in with them, because he was never one of them to begin with.
It’s nice, really. He might be the happiest he’s been since he returned from stasis a few months back. ]
I haven't done this since I was a boy.
[ He smirks even still as he recasts his line. ]
I thought I might have forgotten how.
5. Wildcard
[ Hit me with your best shot. Surprise me or find me at