Comment fic meme #2
After the first round of got_exchange we had a surprisingly successful comment fic meme going for a while (here's a list of all the fics that were written last time), so I thought it might be fun to do this again. (Like last time, it's posted on the mod account journal because I don't want to enable anonymous comments on the exchange community.)
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He never imagined himself alone, fighting the Lannisters.
Sometimes, when the crown weighed down too heavy, he looked back behind him for Theon’s cocky smile, searching for reassurance. But he only found the grief-stricken face of his mother. Robb would never say who he was looking for - she didn’t like Theon, didn’t believe he would find the peace with the Iron Islands that Robb needed.
But Robb knew Theon would make the truce. He only wished he didn’t need to be so far away.
At nights, Robb missed Theon the most. His warm presence beside him, pulling his body closer. They had shared a bed for years, even beyond the last Winter, and as Robb had aged, Theon had become more daring. In the dark of his tent, away from the eyes of his mother and the Northern lords, Robb remembered Theon’s hot hands, his demanding mouth, the way he held him into the night. He tried not to think of it too much. Robb supposed he could find some whore to relieve himself, but it wasn’t some unknown woman that Robb wanted - it was the familiar feel of Theon that he longed for.
There was no one to confide in, no one to show his pain and grief. Jon, who had shadowed him for as long as Robb could remember, was even further away than Theon. There was no time in war to write letters, even when their father had died. Robb wished he could comfort Jon and hoped he wouldn’t do anything rash. Jon had always been there with him, following him through the halls of Winterfell. But he couldn’t follow now, not into war, despite all of their games. No amount of wishing could make his brother appear. Robb felt the distance stretching on between them keenly.
Every day, Robb was reminded just how wrong everything was. He was King. His father was dead. His sisters were held captive by the Lannisters. One brother was crippled and the other was growing up with no parents to guide him. He didn’t know how to put the pieces back together. He didn’t know how to keep his family from falling apart. He didn’t know how to wage war without Theon’s crude jokes or Jon’s solid presence at his back.
The only thing Robb could count on was battle, where he could lose himself in the surge of emotion that came along with killing men. The Northmen had placed all their hopes in the King in the North and Robb needed to be strong and just, like his father.
If a tear sometimes leaked out into Grey Wind’s fur late at night, nobody needed to know.
He was alone, after all. Alone and at war. Surely, that was forgivable.
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