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maskormenacelogs2017-05-01 11:24 am
reek) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-05-01 11:24 am
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WHO: Theon Greyjoy & Sansa Stark
WHERE: De Chima
WHEN: Early May
WHAT: Young people adventure.
WARNINGS: Probably none, but we’ll see.
[ While all of the begging and pleading Theon had to do to keep his betrayal from Robb has worked well in theory, it’s done little for his nerves and his conscience. There’s always something that lingers just behind every word and every thought: Turncloak, it whispers. Traitor. Someone will tell him. Theon has found that constant stimulation is the key to shutting up that voice, to pushing it to the back of his mind where he can come back to dwell on it later. But seeking thrills and fun on one’s own grows tiring more quickly than one might think. Eventually, you need a friend.
Ordinarily, despite everything, he would drag Robb along on more of his ventures, but he’s come to realize that Robb’s age is a bit of an issue outside of Westeros. There are few people who view a fourteen year old as a man full grown; particularly a fourteen year old who is still incapable of growing more than three hairs on his chin. Jon is closer to his own age now, but all seven hells will freeze over before Theon gets that desperate.
He’s ready to give up and spend a night in with his self-pity, until he spies a familiar head of red hair. He never was on more than polite terms with Sansa, but there’s a time for everything. He doesn’t call out for her, but instead silently falls into step beside her, a sly smirk on his face. ]
How bored are you at this moment?
WHERE: De Chima
WHEN: Early May
WHAT: Young people adventure.
WARNINGS: Probably none, but we’ll see.
[ While all of the begging and pleading Theon had to do to keep his betrayal from Robb has worked well in theory, it’s done little for his nerves and his conscience. There’s always something that lingers just behind every word and every thought: Turncloak, it whispers. Traitor. Someone will tell him. Theon has found that constant stimulation is the key to shutting up that voice, to pushing it to the back of his mind where he can come back to dwell on it later. But seeking thrills and fun on one’s own grows tiring more quickly than one might think. Eventually, you need a friend.
Ordinarily, despite everything, he would drag Robb along on more of his ventures, but he’s come to realize that Robb’s age is a bit of an issue outside of Westeros. There are few people who view a fourteen year old as a man full grown; particularly a fourteen year old who is still incapable of growing more than three hairs on his chin. Jon is closer to his own age now, but all seven hells will freeze over before Theon gets that desperate.
He’s ready to give up and spend a night in with his self-pity, until he spies a familiar head of red hair. He never was on more than polite terms with Sansa, but there’s a time for everything. He doesn’t call out for her, but instead silently falls into step beside her, a sly smirk on his face. ]
How bored are you at this moment?
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Which is probably why she doesn't insult him or turn away when he appears at her side. Instead, she blinks at him before arching a brow curiously. She also never stops walking, so he will just have to keep up. ]
Maybe a little. [ Or, you know, a lot. ] Why do you ask, Theon?
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He’s more than willing to continue walking to keep up with Sansa, his smile shifting from a suspicious smirk into something a little more genuine. ]
Because I’m extending an invitation, should you care to accept it. How much have you actually seen of this city?
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So she desperately needs a distraction which causes her to pause again, looking to Theon as she decides that whatever he has to offer her in that moment might be exactly what she is looking for. ]
Truthfully, not much. [ She gives him a curious look. ] Why?
so sorry about the wait on this. may was a busy month and im finally getting to some older tags
[ His smile is true now, something far more trustworthy and less sneaky than he can normally muster. ]
That’s my invitation. If you believe your mother will be upset, I’ll help you to come up with an explanation.
it's okay, June was my busy month!
Also, she might surprise him. ]
My mother doesn't have to know. [ She replies before offering a small smile. ] Show me around then, Theon. Where would you suggest we go first?
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[ His smile doesn’t waver, even when it seems as if Sansa might reject his offer. ]
I haven't been kicked out of every pub or bar just yet.
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Will the place at least be clean and safe?