[ It’s the lull in conflict that causes Theon to feel discontent. At least when he and Robb are arguing, they’re speaking to one another. There’s noise, there’s distractions, there’s something to focus on. Otherwise, it’s nothing but silence, both of them rejecting Nakatsu’s attempts to help, and the sinking emptiness in the pit of Theon’s stomach.
It’s difficult to ignore the years of friendship that have been burned to the ground in one fell swoop. It’s difficult to remember that they aren’t two boys with wooden swords any longer. It’s harder yet to accept that there’s no way to repair what’s been done.
When Edmund reaches out, Theon accepts, just to have something to ignore that feeling. He arrives without responding first, voice hoarse and eyes dark from poor sleep. ]
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It’s difficult to ignore the years of friendship that have been burned to the ground in one fell swoop. It’s difficult to remember that they aren’t two boys with wooden swords any longer. It’s harder yet to accept that there’s no way to repair what’s been done.
When Edmund reaches out, Theon accepts, just to have something to ignore that feeling. He arrives without responding first, voice hoarse and eyes dark from poor sleep. ]
I hope you meant it truly.