[ He does look grizzly. He isn’t dressed in quite as many layers as she is, but years in the North have adapted him to this sort of weather. White hair, just a bit too long, spills out from beneath his hood and a few fingers of his gloves don’t bend at all around his fishing pole, but his eyes are those of a young man, albeit one who has seen and experienced far too much.
He isn’t proud of his appearance. He casts a weary eye toward her, expecting an underhanded comment. He knows her, in a way, despite the fact that they’ve never met. He knows she’s Claire’s daughter. They had introduced one another to their families, though those family members had been in stasis and Theon had very few good things to say about his own. Claire had also implied he should be nice. That’s a bit more difficult for him.
You would be surprised by what a person can forget, he almost laughs, but he quickly grows quiet and reserved in the presence of another refugee, his body rigid as though he's trying desperately not to flinch away. He’s not shy, but he is skittish. ]
I’ve forgotten a lot of things.
[ His mother’s voice is lost to him, the smell and the sound of the sea is quickly disappearing, sometimes he still has trouble remembering his name. He’s a mess, and he won't mention that he doesn't know what a bicycle is. ]
ATTEMPTED BONDING
He isn’t proud of his appearance. He casts a weary eye toward her, expecting an underhanded comment. He knows her, in a way, despite the fact that they’ve never met. He knows she’s Claire’s daughter. They had introduced one another to their families, though those family members had been in stasis and Theon had very few good things to say about his own. Claire had also implied he should be nice. That’s a bit more difficult for him.
You would be surprised by what a person can forget, he almost laughs, but he quickly grows quiet and reserved in the presence of another refugee, his body rigid as though he's trying desperately not to flinch away. He’s not shy, but he is skittish. ]
I’ve forgotten a lot of things.
[ His mother’s voice is lost to him, the smell and the sound of the sea is quickly disappearing, sometimes he still has trouble remembering his name. He’s a mess, and he won't mention that he doesn't know what a bicycle is. ]
Sea or stream?