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driftfleet2016-07-03 10:38 pm
greensights) wrote in driftfleet2016-07-03 10:38 pm
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001 greendream | video & action
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. ]
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. ]
no subject
[ 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.
no subject
[ 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?