[ Choked laughter, just a bit too sharp as he leans away, praying that his lies aren’t nearly as transparent as they feel. Of course, he knew that much, and perhaps the appropriate amount of surprise is impossible to fake, but gods, he tries. For all his fear and his shaking and his frayed nerves, he desperately tries to convey the same shock as he had felt when Sansa revealed the very same information. That must be the truth, then, and the rest…
Theon thought little of Jon Snow in Winterfell, but vaguely, at times when he’s allowed his mind to wander, he’s often wondered if Jon doesn’t crave power, if he hasn’t craved the what had always been Robb’s. Robb was always to be Lord of Winterfell, perhaps Warden of the North, and then Robb was chosen as King in the North. He knows he felt envy on more than one occasion. Jon is not Theon, but why shouldn’t a darkness be lurking in Jon as well? Why should Jon not be capable of just as cruelty as Theon, or just as manipulation as Ramsay? He thinks back to everything Jon said to him in the tavern in the entertainment district, how absurd it had all sounded, how it had all seemed perfectly crafted to play to Theon’s emotions and insecurities, and he thinks Ramsay might be telling the truth.
Luckily for both of them, that realization and the knife both serve as enough for Theon to bite back his smart remarks regarding Ramsay being a bastard and therefore a terrible match for Sansa. ]
What is it you think they may have done? Or--or will do?
[ Despite not wanting to, he allows himself to meet Ramsay’s gaze, and it’s clear that some part of him is beginning to be broken down. ]
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[ Choked laughter, just a bit too sharp as he leans away, praying that his lies aren’t nearly as transparent as they feel. Of course, he knew that much, and perhaps the appropriate amount of surprise is impossible to fake, but gods, he tries. For all his fear and his shaking and his frayed nerves, he desperately tries to convey the same shock as he had felt when Sansa revealed the very same information. That must be the truth, then, and the rest…
Theon thought little of Jon Snow in Winterfell, but vaguely, at times when he’s allowed his mind to wander, he’s often wondered if Jon doesn’t crave power, if he hasn’t craved the what had always been Robb’s. Robb was always to be Lord of Winterfell, perhaps Warden of the North, and then Robb was chosen as King in the North. He knows he felt envy on more than one occasion. Jon is not Theon, but why shouldn’t a darkness be lurking in Jon as well? Why should Jon not be capable of just as cruelty as Theon, or just as manipulation as Ramsay? He thinks back to everything Jon said to him in the tavern in the entertainment district, how absurd it had all sounded, how it had all seemed perfectly crafted to play to Theon’s emotions and insecurities, and he thinks Ramsay might be telling the truth.
Luckily for both of them, that realization and the knife both serve as enough for Theon to bite back his smart remarks regarding Ramsay being a bastard and therefore a terrible match for Sansa. ]
What is it you think they may have done? Or--or will do?
[ Despite not wanting to, he allows himself to meet Ramsay’s gaze, and it’s clear that some part of him is beginning to be broken down. ]