you'll be better off this way

[wokethedragon]

It was dark. Theon had never come home after dark before and Dany was slightly worried for him. Usually, he made it home as the last light was filtering over the horizon at the latest. This was...rare indeed. "Drogon," she said softly. The dragon was curled around her in an attempt to help keep her lithe body warm. "Find him," He was gradually

Comments

[stolen_ironborn]

After he'd left Shady in the caves, Theon had disappeared for hours among the dark, winding caverns. 'Rough' could not even begin to describe how he'd been with her, but it was not her forgiveness he wanted. He was an absolute mess the rest of the evening, his head finding solance in his shaking hands, and oh gods, the noises that had come from him were absolutely pathetic.

Ironmen did not cry - and so he hadn't. Not really, even though the redness lining his eyes might've implied otherwise. Theon Greyjoy did not know how to weep.

After ducking inside of their treehouse, Theon lingered tall and dignified in the archway. And yet there was clearly something off - the poise was forced, stiff, and the sadness in his otherwise blank eyes was a glaring addition to his usual demeanor. Theon said nothing to Dany as he walked further into the room and peeled his duster from his shoulders.

[wokethedragon]

Dany watched him. Something was wrong, utterly off about this situation.

She stood, letting the blankets puddle on the floor, and walked to him.

Gently, she cupped his face in her hand and studied it. Something horrible had happened. That much was plain, but she felt wrong to speak of it.

So, she continued to wait for him.

[stolen_ironborn]

Theon's brow rose, startled, but he tilted his head down into her comforting hands.

But tonight he could not hold her gaze, so amidst the pregnant silence he let his eyes fall shut, mouth pressing into a firm line.

When he opened them again, the sadness remained - but something hard and cold threatened its place. Theon covered her hands with his and gently pulled them away, turning then to remove his belt. He set the sheathed sword at the foot of their makeshift bed and removed his boots.

[wokethedragon]

The sword was new. There was something troubling about its presence, but she continued to remain silent. The lantern was hanging near Theon, casting dim light throughout their treehouse.

She laid herself down again, curled a little on what had to pass for a mattress here with her back to the wall.

He would come to bed, she knew it. Her mind was already trying to figure out what to do to make whatever was wrong better again without knowing what it was.