And We Danced (Masquerade Overflow!)

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Theon

[kingofbadlifechoices]

from here!

[Theon always laughs. As if everything is just one big bloody jape. And now Robb is drunk enough to laugh as well. Theon is not wrong, everything looks a little like a really big jape. A jape in space.]

The better for you, I’d say. You look rather ridiculous. [Robb shakes his head.] You are more of a fool than I have ever been. [But this time the anger does not seep through the drunkenness. Everything remains rather calm and a bit funny. Bless the wine.] Wait, allow me to prove my point. [There, have a cake smeared in your face Theon.] There, Greyjoy.

[reek]

[ Theon does always laugh, but it's seldom a true, wholehearted laugh. This, though he is clearly drunk, is actually quite real and not just a wall to hide behind. Even with cake smeared in his face, he continues to chuckle. ]

Consider your point proven. Wait--Robb, there's something I've always meant to tell you. [ He's actually grinning under all that icing as he stumbles forward lightly, returning the favor by smearing cake into Robb's face as well. Afterwards, he bursts into another bought of laughter. Twin idiots, ladies and gents. ] Unfortunately, I've just forgotten it because you look so stupid.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[The sound Robb produces is between a snort and a huff. And even when Theon smears cake in his face as well he keeps on producing such noises. Robb knows he should not grant Theon the light of day, but he is too drunk to properly care about that. At the least Theon is not grinning and laughing stupid, empty laughs that annoy the fuck out of him.]

I do not. [Robb shakes his head and moves a hand to his face to scoop some of the icing off his nose with one of his fingers. After that he reaches for one of the larger cakes. The ones decorated with whipped cream and flowers and what not.] You do. [And after he has licked off his finger he quickly grabs said cake and dumps it over Theon’s head from above.]

Way more stupid. [Robb laughs now as well.] You could be a fool at a king’s court. Mayhaps, if you were not...Theon...I would take you in to play the fool at my court. I am a king after all. Kings can do what they want.

[reek]

[ Theon is a good actor, but he thinks himself far better than he actually is. He's grown so used to forcing empty laughter that he doesn't even realize that others can detect how different it is from the real thing. But here he is now, laughing even harder. He and Robb must look like madmen, laughing and dripping with cake. ]

No, Robb-- [ He gasps and clutches at his sides, too out of breath from laughing to retaliate this time. ] Robb--would a sensible king not prefer his fool to make japes about other people? After all, the only japes I have are about you.

[ And Roose Bolton, apparently, but this isn't about him. ]

Gods, you look so stupid...

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb laughs and shakes his head.]
You can jape about others. I have always enjoyed the ones about Lord Leech and his army of leeches. But if it has to be about me I will point out that I am wearing a crown made out of bronze and you one out of...cake. There is a difference in that.

[Robb presses another handful of cake in Theon’s face at that last sentence.]

It is you who looks stupid.

[reek]

[ At the mention of Roose Bolton, Theon bursts into another bought of laughter. He does have a fine assortment of japes about Lord Bolton. The man is more frightening than Theon cares to let on, but he lends himself well to jokes. ]

Surely Lord Bolton's next wife will be a leech. True love at last.

[ He chortles again, amused by his own joke, and only laughs louder with the next handful of cake. ]

A crown of bronze can easily become a crown of cake.

[ Clearing cake and frosting away from his eyes, Theon reaches for the cake plate. They've already destroyed most of it, but there are a few remnants...which Theon dumps right onto Robb's head. He follows it up with a deep bow, smile still on his face somewhere beneath the cake. ]

The king in the dessert.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb snorts as well. Even though lord Bolton has a dangerous amount of cunning that could make him a very dangerous man, jokes about his leeches always bring a smile to Robb’s face.]

I do not remember a house carrying a leech as banner? Mayhaps it is time for some sort of change. That flayed man is most old and dated, he should change it to a leech. When I get the chance to message lord Bolton again I will propose this to him. He cannot refuse a command from his king, of course.

[When Theon dumps the remnants of the cake onto his head he laughs loud enough to be heard by the entire hall.]

The Cake in the North!

[He finds that very witty of himself.]