001 greendream | video & action

[greensights]

Who: Jojen Reed & you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: 7/3

[ The feed starts when deep green eyes open, they don't open to feel relieved or rested - they open with the same dark circles under them that Jojen Reed has had for far too long. The boy may have been asleep but he did not rest. In all honesty, he can't remember closing his eyes. It doesn't make him nervous, or at least it doesn't seem to, however. He's used to being so worn thin that blinking turns to rest. What the thirteen year old isn't used to is awakening in a room so odd looking, and on a bed he'd consider far more comfortable than any he's been on in a while.

The chill that reaches down and wraps around his bones is not one he is unused to either, but the coldness of the floor on his bare feet etches a languid frown in his features when they find the floor. He doesn't move for a long moment, simply observing his surroundings. ]

Meera? Bran?

[ His voice is quiet and cautious, almost like he doesn't actually want anyone to hear him. He isn't to die, not yet. Instead of pulling himself off the bunk, the boy glances down to the floor, observing its craftsmanship oddly but curious. Fear tinges somewhere deep under his skin, but he pushes it back, and instead reaches for his shoes - discarded by someone other than him - next to his bed. If he is going to be caught off-guard, he will not be doing it barefoot with the possibility of having to leave his shoes behind and trudge through snow again.

He just wants to go home. ]

Hello?

[ He isn't used to feeling like such a fish out of water, not when it comes to knowledge of the situation he's in. For someone who often looks aloof in even the most distressing situations, he looks young and confused. ]

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[reek]

[ Shit, he's right. He won't do anything if Jojen doesn't answer him. And shit, he's double right, he is weighed down by a heavy heart.

Jojen has hit all the right nails on the head, and Theon doesn't like it. ]

Are you weighed down with the stupidity of that question?

[ It's a childish, biting response, but it really is very telling. His shoulders have already sunk beneath the weight of his guilt. If he could, Theon would erase every little thing, even refuse to let Robb send him back to Pyke. He would probably live out the rest of his life as a prisoner, but isn't that better than feeling even more lost and burdened than ever before? ]

I know what I've done. I don't need you to remind me.

[greensights]

[ Childish is an understatement, and Jojen's expression doesn't even change, unaffected is an understatement. ]

Not really. [ There's a moment where green eyes just watch the outcast pirate. ] You must be drowning, yourself. Perhaps that would be far more merciful.

[ It's obvious Theon feels bad, not bad enough to remember his hostages, but no one ever said the ocean was smart. ]

You've forgotten someone you held against their will; it seems like you do need to be reminded. [ The blond's head tips to the side a fraction of an inch. ] You still have your head, you've been given the chance to make up for what you did, or they know how unmerciful the Gods can be.

[reek]

[ Theon doesn't like how easily Jojen can read him; or how easily everyone seems to be able to read him recently. Either they just never took notice before, or Theon's armor is finally wearing thin. Either way, "drowning" may very well be the only real way to describe how he's been feeling since Winterfell began to slip through his fingers.

He laughs bitterly, thinking back to what Asha told him. You were beaten and broken and flayed. You looked as if you'd been dead for weeks. He still doesn't know all the details, but his condition must have been horrifying to make Asha react to him the way she did. Nothing gets to Asha like that.]

What good is a head without a skin?

[ Dont worry, Jojen. He'll remember you eventually. He just needs to do a bit of wallowing. ]

[greensights]

[ Jojen has always been rather adept at reading people, or at least situations. But it's because he cheats. Theon shouldn't feel too badly. Jojen himself is wallowing, a bit, he knows how his life ends, so he's not going to tell the older boy to strengthen up about it. Of course, it also doesn't draw much sympathy from him. ]

That depends.

[ Is the head alive or dead? He's seen some pretty brutal white walkers either way. ]

Curious that you suffer the same fate that "Bran" and "Rickon" did. [ The quotations are almost visible in the way one of his eyebrows twitches up with both names but his words are said in the same importance and tone one might have discussing the weather. Theon get over it, you've hurt people too -- or at least allowed them to get hurt. ]

[reek]

[ Wait, wait, he's got it. He's got something. His eyebrows furrow as Jojen speaks, and a brief flash of recognition passes across his face just as those unseen quotations are spoken. ]

You're one of the mudmen. You have a sister. We held you hostage in Winterfell.

[ The other ironborn had tended to the hostages, but Theon hadn't been completely absent. He can hardly form a memory of Jojen, but he can just barely recall him and his sister acting as Bran's shadows for some time. ]

It wasn't I who did the flaying.

[ But you allowed it. His stronger, bloodier memories of Winterfell attest to that. ]

But I will suffer the same fate by the same hands. Does that fact bring you joy?

guess who has two thumbs and is giving u the middle finger. its me.

[greensights]

[ Ah yes, mudmen, pleasant as ever Theon. His expression does not shift into anything, it stays the same, seeming not to care about the new bout of information spewed back to him by the pirate outcast. ]

Jojen Reed. [ He doesn't really care for the man to have his name, but if he was making some effort to remember him, he might as well offer that much. ] And your name is Theon Greyjoy. The man who let the flaying happen.

[ He pauses to think about the question, and it's obvious he is thinking, musing and mulling it over.

No. ]

It doesn't.

[ Then again, not much brings him joy these days. ]

Would you have let Reek flay us if you had found us?

[reek]

His name was never Reek. He was Ramsay Snow, Roose Bolton's bastard son.

[ His expression looks pained as he thinks back upon it. How was he so blind? Those eyes--were his eyes not identical to Roose Bolton's? Chips of cold, pale ice. And the flaying--he should have known. How could he not have known?

He won't meet Jojen's eyes. He felt much bolder just a few moments ago. Now he feels as if video was a terrible idea. ]

I would never have harmed any of you.

[ I never wanted to harm anyone. But Theon had been so desperate to hold onto something that his own words--"there will be no flaying in the north so long as I hold Winterfell"--became nothing more than a whisper in the back of his mind. How did he let himself become so easily manipulated? ]

I've known Bran and Rickon for their entire lives.

[greensights]

Is knowing that supposed make me feel better? [ The way he asks makes it clear he's trying to understand, even if there is just the hint of a sharp edge to his words. ] You or him, we were still in danger, the princes were still scared.

[ One evil for another, does it matter? Jojen's stare doesn't move from him, even when he can see that Theon is uncomfortable. ]

Did you promise the same words to Ramsay's victims?

[ Just because Theon might say he wouldn't have harmed them, it doesn't mean he wouldn't have let someone else. Jojen doesn't trust him, not with Bran's life nor with his own. He has no doubt that Theon would have used them all as bargaining chips. Or murdered them. ]

Are you trying to say Bran and Rickon are like your kin?