robb "footloose and fancy free" stark (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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ataraxion2012-08-13 07:31 pm
northerner) wrote in ataraxion2012-08-13 07:31 pm
004 -- voice;
It seems there are many from my world to be welcomed aboard after this past jump. If those of Westeros inclined to make their presence known, I would speak with all of you.
[ there's a pause. a direwolf's low whine can be heard, and robb exhales slowly. ]
And I'm sure it is already known, but the lady who called herself Aberdeen is no longer aboard.
[ and feed is cut. ]
[ there's a pause. a direwolf's low whine can be heard, and robb exhales slowly. ]
And I'm sure it is already known, but the lady who called herself Aberdeen is no longer aboard.
[ and feed is cut. ]
voice.
[ So even though he's been laying low (licking his wounds more like and thanking every deity in Westeros and beyond that he's not in the bowels of the fucking Dreadfort) and trying to work out how to keep his head, something about these words... it's not the call to speak. Theon'd like enough have no trouble ignoring that and pleading ignorance later. But Robb's voice has a peculiar pitch to it that means he cannot help but answer. Like a dog, coming when he's called. ]
[ It's pathetic, and he hates Robb for it. ]
Without even showing your face, you would speak? You're lucky I'd know the sound of you brooding anywhere.
voice.
robb had sent theon to the iron isles and expected to bear the absence of his company for a great many months. even here, his mind had gone first to the threats that could come tumbling from the pods, not the gifts that could grace him.
theon greyjoy snaps a greeting, too brazen and lacking the respect a king was due, and robb doesn't quite smile, but the tension in his voice eases. ]
A king can hide his face away if he wishes it.
[ there's a pause, and then, with obvious pleasure, ]
Even so, it's good you answered my call, Theon Greyjoy.
voice.
[ Theon swallows hard, because this isn't how he expected their reunion to ever go. He'd imagined swords and humility, Robb's jaw set proud and Theon forcing him to take a knee and accept him as the new ruler of Winterfell. Or — in his nightmares, Robb took his head for a traitor without a second thought, his father's blade swift on Theon's neck, as he'd always known it would be. ]
[ Instead they're ... where they are. And Robb sounds glad of him. ]
Things are strange, here, but this way of speaking to a man is strangest of them all.
[ Sweet summer Greyjoy who knows yet nothing of the Ataraxion. ]
no subject
[ and unlike theon, robb is blessed with ignorance. the ignorance of not knowing, of coming from a time when all is still golden, before things have fallen to ruin. and theon greyjoy is still a dear friend, still robb's hand, still close as brother.
the things robb doesn't know, they are many and vast. and may lead him to a bad end, even here. ]
There are easier ways, if you wish for me to seek you out. But managing the devices is someting you grow accustomed to. I have learned.
no subject
[ Because he doesn't like this sense of talking in a room full of people, where anybody could see what they have to say to each other. ]
no subject
Stay where you are. Grey Wind and I shall find you shortly.
action?
[ He awaits Robb with a churning gut, not sure whether it's fear or anticipation or a mingling of both. Grey Wind is less dubious; he has no wish to see the beast again, but where Robb goes so goes his wolf. Apparently that holds true even somewhere like this. Fucking Starks. ]
action!
some things don't change. ]