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thesphererp2019-12-13 02:17 pm
beboth) wrote in thesphererp2019-12-13 02:17 pm
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[ It's a bit of a suicide mission. You know that but you'd agreed to it anyway and the only thing you can hope is that it's not also a suicide mission for Bran. You'd already cost the Starks too much. No pound of flesh would ever make up for the wrong you've done.
As the horde continues to attack, you eventually run out of arrows and your bow becomes melee before you get your hands on a spear. And you keep fighting as valiantly as you can, because what mattered was protecting Bran. The urge you used to have to run in the face of danger and death isn't there any longer and while brave might be a stretch, you're resolute in your duty.
When he finally arrives, you're exhausted and you can barely stand any longer.
They dead stop attacking and a path clears for the Night King and you're staring at your fate until you hear Bran's voice.
"Theon."
You turn to look at him.
"You're a good man. Thank you."
And you cry, not because you're about to die but because you might actually believe that it's true. The fear slips away into a feeling of resolution. You run at the Night King with your spear and when you reach him it's broken in half like a twig and you're on the receiving end. But what is dead may never die, anyway. ]
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[ It's a bit of a suicide mission. You know that but you'd agreed to it anyway and the only thing you can hope is that it's not also a suicide mission for Bran. You'd already cost the Starks too much. No pound of flesh would ever make up for the wrong you've done.
As the horde continues to attack, you eventually run out of arrows and your bow becomes melee before you get your hands on a spear. And you keep fighting as valiantly as you can, because what mattered was protecting Bran. The urge you used to have to run in the face of danger and death isn't there any longer and while brave might be a stretch, you're resolute in your duty.
When he finally arrives, you're exhausted and you can barely stand any longer.
They dead stop attacking and a path clears for the Night King and you're staring at your fate until you hear Bran's voice.
"Theon."
You turn to look at him.
"You're a good man. Thank you."
And you cry, not because you're about to die but because you might actually believe that it's true. The fear slips away into a feeling of resolution. You run at the Night King with your spear and when you reach him it's broken in half like a twig and you're on the receiving end. But what is dead may never die, anyway. ]
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Sansa... [ He exhales. ] You already do enough for me.
[ Maybe that's just him being deliberately evasive now. ]
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[She reaches for his hands, holding them, tears shining in her clear blue eyes.]
I want you to know you are worthy of good things. You are worthy of my love, of my affections, of allowing yourself to find happiness. At home, you're gone, and I'll never ever see you again, Theon-- [a few tears leak from her eyes, trailing down her cheeks] I cried over your body, and I cried over the ashes. All we have is here. Right here, right now in this brave new world and-- [She doesn't know what she's saying, how to say it. She doesn't have the vocabulary and a woman's desire is not spoken about in Westeros. She closes her eyes for a moment, trying to rein her tears back in, find the best way to reach him.]
I want to make you feel the way you make me feel. There must be some way- something we could try. I will not give up on you, Theon. Never. Not until you realize how truly wonderful you are. How worthy of love you are.
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Sansa... I don't know how to give you what you want... [ He finally says and it pains him to do so. ]
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What I want is you, Theon, to believe that you are worthy of love. Of life.
[She takes a deep breath.] Robb would not stand to see you like this. We both know it. Do not take this second life for granted.
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You might ask too much, Sansa.
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I command you, Theon Greyjoy. To try to believe you're worthy of my love. Please.
A Queen does not love those who are not worthy.
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I can try, my Queen, but that does not mean it will make it so.
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[She squeezes his hand gently, to remind him she loves him.]
And I will try to be more understanding. I don't wish to hurt you.
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That's what I've been saying, Sansa.
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[She closes her eyes for a moment. Maybe one day, they would be brave enough to try out what Michael was teaching her. To let Theon kneel between her legs again, this time in a better, happier way.]