[ Theon wanders to escape the turmoil of his own mind. The more he does, the more he seems to be able to hold Reek at bay. It helps to picture everything as Winterfell, covered in a blanket of snow. It helps to think of home, something he couldn’t do quite so easily in Olympia, no matter how well he had settled in.
He returns to the room after his fishing expedition, as quiet as ever but looking more at ease than he has in a long time. He doesn’t think about Reek, he doesn’t think about Ramsay. His biggest concern is, in fact, Maximus. He doesn't seem to be doing well.
Theon doesn’t speak for a moment. He simply sits on his bed and watches as Max searches the room for something. Theon has learned not to ask. Maximus doesn’t ask him about his episodes, and he prefers it that way. ]
Have you eaten?
[ He sounds like Claire. It’s ridiculous, but he brought in a surprisingly good haul for someone who hasn't fished in years, and someone needs to eat it. ]
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He returns to the room after his fishing expedition, as quiet as ever but looking more at ease than he has in a long time. He doesn’t think about Reek, he doesn’t think about Ramsay. His biggest concern is, in fact, Maximus. He doesn't seem to be doing well.
Theon doesn’t speak for a moment. He simply sits on his bed and watches as Max searches the room for something. Theon has learned not to ask. Maximus doesn’t ask him about his episodes, and he prefers it that way. ]
Have you eaten?
[ He sounds like Claire. It’s ridiculous, but he brought in a surprisingly good haul for someone who hasn't fished in years, and someone needs to eat it. ]