We are all dead, Theon thought. I told them this was folly, but none of them would listen. Abel had doomed them. All singers were half-mad. In songs, the hero always saved the maiden from the monster’s castle, but life was not a song, no more than Jeyne was Arya Stark. Her eyes are the wrong color. And there are no heroes here, only whores. Even so, he knelt beside her, pulled down the furs, touched her cheek. “You know me. I’m Theon, you remember. I know you too. I know your name.”
“My name?” She shook her head. “My name … it’s …”
He put a finger to her lips. “We can talk about that later. You need to be quiet now. Come with us. With me. We will take you away from here. Away from him.”
Her eyes widened. “Please,” she whispered. “Oh, please.”
Theon slipped his hand through hers.
Many people I’ve seen, they’re drowned in it.
“He did not know who he was, or what he was, why he was still alive, why he had ever been born.”
we were an island, you were the one who broke away.
tumultuous sea : a theon greyjoy fanmix (x)
01. tumultuous sea - evening hymns 02. shells of silver - the japanese popstars 03. lie down in the blood - andrew davie 04. we were wealth - wye oak 05. what the water gave me 06. oh daddy - fleetwood mac
You were a terrible baby, do you know that? Bawling all the time, never sleeping. And one night you just wouldn’t shut up, screaming like a dying pig. I walked over to your crib, I looked down at you. I wanted to strangle you and you looked up at me and you stopped screaming. You smiled at me. Don’t die so far from the sea.
When his chin quivered under those stiff white whiskers, he knew just what the old man was seeing. He is not surprised, he thought with sadness, but the fear is there.
