(this is wildly non-canon and also somehow still about theon/robb) (i apologize)
He was sick of it all, so he left. Simple as that. Trudging through the streets of London, a rifle strapped to his back, a bottle strapped to his hand, Theon didn’t feel free exactly, but he didn’t feel trapped either; he felt free.
He wasn’t though, not really, even he knew it, deep down. Thoughts of Robb flashed through his mind whenever he closed his eyes, Asha’s words still rang in his ears. He was beginning to think that he could never really escape this life, that the walkers had taken more than they knew from him.
Theon turned the corner, swaying slightly, feeling unbalanced as he lifted the bottle to his mouth. Only a trickle remained and he slammed the bottle to the ground, wanting to destroy something, to smash and break his way through the world. “Fuck,” he spat out, stepping over the broken glass. “I really needed a damn drink.”Concentrating on the ground, on putting one foot in front of the other, he almost didn’t see the walkers until it
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(nsfw)He’s running for his life, ahead of everyone else, breath coming out in puffs of white smoke, a stitch in his chest making it difficult to move. He can hear footsteps behind and that’s what reassures him that he’s not alone because he doesn’t have the strength to look back now. A voice behind him yells suddenly ‘Over here!’ and he follows it blindly, hands awkwardly unlatching a door still on its hinges, pushing it back when they’re inside and leaning against it, panting. Only then does he realise what’s missing
( ... )
the flower of carnage
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He was sick of it all, so he left. Simple as that. Trudging through the streets of London, a rifle strapped to his back, a bottle strapped to his hand, Theon didn’t feel free exactly, but he didn’t feel trapped either; he felt free.
He wasn’t though, not really, even he knew it, deep down. Thoughts of Robb flashed through his mind whenever he closed his eyes, Asha’s words still rang in his ears. He was beginning to think that he could never really escape this life, that the walkers had taken more than they knew from him.
Theon turned the corner, swaying slightly, feeling unbalanced as he lifted the bottle to his mouth. Only a trickle remained and he slammed the bottle to the ground, wanting to destroy something, to smash and break his way through the world. “Fuck,” he spat out, stepping over the broken glass. “I really needed a damn drink.”Concentrating on the ground, on putting one foot in front of the other, he almost didn’t see the walkers until it ( ... )
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throbb has infected the mind and is everywhere no matter what but yes goooood
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THIS IS EXCELLENT. YES.
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EDEKGHSREKUHT LEIGHANNE
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(now margaery/theon/robb is my OTP3 haha)
this was brilliant
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