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reek) wrote in driftfleet2017-01-01 12:07 am
004; video
Who: Theon Greyjoy
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Paisley
When: January 1. Happy New Year?
[ The man who appears on the screen is a pitiful sight indeed. He’s has a gaunt, tired face, framed by brittle white hair, and looks as if he hasn’t eaten a good meal in months.
This is clearly a man with one foot in the grave, and is altogether unfamiliar—until he speaks. ]
My name is Theon. Theon Greyjoy.
[ You have to remember your name, he thinks as he chuckles dryly, a ghastly smile breaking across his face. His teeth are showing his teeth to be a painful, splintered mess; a far cry from the charming grin that’s become Theon Greyjoy’s trademark. He’s skin and bones and appears as if he’s aged ten years, though no more than a single year has passed for him. ]
You won’t recognize me, but I’ll recognize all of you. I will.
[ He still sees their faces clearly; those from his own world, his crewmates, and those he’s met from other ships. He remembers how this works. He may be addled, driven half mad by the horrific things he’s gone through, but his mind and memory both still work. His voice is hoarse, less commanding than it once was, and he seems to be teetering somewhere between laughter and tears with each word, but he’s holding it together none the less. It could be worse; it could always be worse. ]
Perhaps Atroma should have reconsidered bringing me back.
[ He chortles, gesturing to his skeletal appearance. He looks awful, nothing like the handsome young man he once was, but at least he can joke about it, right? What can he do to change it now? ]
They’ll only lose their audience when they see me. Do you regret it now, Atroma? I was of use to you before. [ Another laugh, something closer to a giggle. ] You’ve only harmed yourself, but not me. There’s little left that you can do to harm me.
[Paisley]
[ And for all crew and visitors on the Paisley, this new Theon can be found in the armory. It’s silent, free from the sounds of what used to be his near-daily target practice. He isn’t even looking at the weaponry. Instead, he’s seated himself at the desk, staring at his hands. A quick glance will show that they’ve been mangled just as badly as his teeth. Three fingers have been removed, one from the left and two from the right, leaving nothing but nubs.
He knows he’ll never be able to pull a bowstring again. ]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Paisley
When: January 1. Happy New Year?
[ The man who appears on the screen is a pitiful sight indeed. He’s has a gaunt, tired face, framed by brittle white hair, and looks as if he hasn’t eaten a good meal in months.
This is clearly a man with one foot in the grave, and is altogether unfamiliar—until he speaks. ]
My name is Theon. Theon Greyjoy.
[ You have to remember your name, he thinks as he chuckles dryly, a ghastly smile breaking across his face. His teeth are showing his teeth to be a painful, splintered mess; a far cry from the charming grin that’s become Theon Greyjoy’s trademark. He’s skin and bones and appears as if he’s aged ten years, though no more than a single year has passed for him. ]
You won’t recognize me, but I’ll recognize all of you. I will.
[ He still sees their faces clearly; those from his own world, his crewmates, and those he’s met from other ships. He remembers how this works. He may be addled, driven half mad by the horrific things he’s gone through, but his mind and memory both still work. His voice is hoarse, less commanding than it once was, and he seems to be teetering somewhere between laughter and tears with each word, but he’s holding it together none the less. It could be worse; it could always be worse. ]
Perhaps Atroma should have reconsidered bringing me back.
[ He chortles, gesturing to his skeletal appearance. He looks awful, nothing like the handsome young man he once was, but at least he can joke about it, right? What can he do to change it now? ]
They’ll only lose their audience when they see me. Do you regret it now, Atroma? I was of use to you before. [ Another laugh, something closer to a giggle. ] You’ve only harmed yourself, but not me. There’s little left that you can do to harm me.
[Paisley]
[ And for all crew and visitors on the Paisley, this new Theon can be found in the armory. It’s silent, free from the sounds of what used to be his near-daily target practice. He isn’t even looking at the weaponry. Instead, he’s seated himself at the desk, staring at his hands. A quick glance will show that they’ve been mangled just as badly as his teeth. Three fingers have been removed, one from the left and two from the right, leaving nothing but nubs.
He knows he’ll never be able to pull a bowstring again. ]
Video; Private
Her heart crumbled at the sight of him, clearly abused and injured, tortured beyond imagining. Tears appeared in her eyes as she stared back at him. Her thoughts stalled as she absorbed the untold story that his face spoke to them.]
Theon...
Re: Video; Private
He remembers her as well, he recalls bickering with her upon their first meeting and aiding her upon their second. Those were memories he’d never formed back home, but they’re clear as day now. There are still things Ramsay was never able to reach or rip away from him.
He can’t stand when women cry. Jeyne Poole had wept through every step of their journey, no matter how hard Theon had tried to console her. He does his best to shrug off her tears with laughter now, but does attempts to mask his teeth with a mangled hand. He’s more aware of them than he lets on, and he doesn’t want to frighten her. ]
You weep for me? You don’t remember me, then. Not truly. But I remember you. You're Jeyne Westerling. I helped you once. Only once.
Video; Private
She was a tender hearted woman. While she had felt anger towards Theon for his betrayal of Robb, she felt nothing but pity for him now. Pity and sorrow.]
I do remember you and the things you said, but I never wished you harm.
Where are you? Let me speak to you face to face.
Video; Private
He's pleased that she does remember, though. She remembers a stubborn man with a sharp tongue, not the broken thing before her now. ]
It’s not so nice of a face anymore, my lady. I’m on the Paisley, should you care to suffer it.
Video; Private >> Action
[She arrived at the Paisley and his room, knocking gently at the door. She had collected some of the herbs that she had worked with on the Iskaulit. They would help with soothing his mangled hand and face, easing any pain he might have and work to soften the skin.]
Gods. [She thought she had at least overcome some of her shock and surprise. Yet it still struck her fiercely to see what was done to him.]
Action
They knew my name as well.
[ They had whispered it to him in the Godswood and reminded him who he was. Theon had never prayed to the old gods, the new, or even the drowned god, but they hadn’t forgotten him in Winterfell. ]
I do not mean to frighten you. Do you believe me?
Action
I do. Don't worry over me.
[She took a small dab of salve and applied it to his hand and fingers, gently massaging it into him. It would tingle, but any lingering aches he had would slowly disappear. It was too late to remove any lasting damage, but it would reduce long term hurts.]
How does that feel?
Action
It takes him a moment, but when his breathing calms and his more rational thoughts catch up to him, he allow her to take his hand once more. He’s silent for a moment, watching warily as she goes about her work. ]
It feels like I’m missing three fingers.
[ He means it to be a joke, but eyes remain dull and joyless, his smirk barely registering. He seems to realize, though, as he’s quick to add on: ]
They don’t hurt quite so much now.
Action
Taking a steadying breath, she continue to massage his hands, soothing the skin and the aches that he undoubtedly bore.]
You will need to use this every morning. It will keep your hands from becoming stiff. [She hesitated.] If there is anywhere similarly injured, you should rub this there as well.
Action
He silences himself and allows Jeyne to do her work, wincing every so often but not crying out. When she’s finished, he quickly pulls his hands back. He doesn’t distrust her; he just distrusts in general. ]
Thank you.
[ Falling silent once more, he flexes his fingers, testing Jeyne’s work. The pain has subsided to a slight but manageable ache. He doesn’t know what more to say. She’s offered him a kindness; one that she wasn’t required to offer. ’Thank you’ doesn’t seem to be enough. ]
Have I been terrible to you?
Action
She wipes the remaining salve from her hands on her skirt, her gaze soft and understanding.]
Of course. If the pain returns, please tell me. It might be that I should make something stronger for your joints. [There was a great deal of damage there that she wouldn't be able to reach with the basic medicine she had available.
She considers the question, deciding on how to answer him. It wasn't in her to hold a grudge, and though Theon had been harsh with her, she knew what prompted his anger and cruelty. She felt the same as him, riddled with guilt.]
You said some things that were less than kind, but I don't hold it against you. I understand, Theon. [She bit her lower lip, tears beginning to well in her eyes again.] We're more alike than you know. I know that I am to blame for Robb's death, not you.
Action
It was Walder Frey’s fault. It was Roose Bolton’s fault. They concocted the plan, and they swung the blade.
[ He still believes that Robb has earned some of the blame, but he doesn’t speak of it. He’s grown too tired from arguing with and about Robb. It seems pointless now, futile. Robb is dead, and when Theon returns to Westeros once more, he’ll never see him again. ]
But I was still the one who put it into motion. I always knew. I just didn’t want to believe it.
Action
[Her voice trailed off as the last name appeared in her head. Jeyne may not have directly killed Robb, but she was the source of his weakness, the impetus to his downfall. There was nothing anyone could say to remove that guilt.]
...and Sybell Spicer, Lady Westerling.
[She met Theon's eyes slowly, fear etched over her face. Fear and self loathing.]
I didn't know until afterwards. Rather than allow me my happiness, my mother conspired behind my back to take from me the one I love best. The only consolation I have is that my brother was genuinely loyal to Robb and died trying to save him. All the rest, my family betrayed me.
[She took hold of Theon's hand.]
You can't tell Robb any of this. He will hate me for it and think I worked alongside my mother. I swear before the Old Gods and the New that I knew nothing about it. I can't hurt Robb with the truth about my family. Please, Theon. Please keep this secret.
Action
Robb cares for you too deeply to think that of you.
[ Seeing the fear in her eyes, he gives her hand a weak but reassuring squeeze. Jeyne Westerling is not Jeyne Poole, but he does his best to comfort her in the same way. There are similarities between the two Jeynes: both have been through something horrible, but neither are quite so fragile as they look. Otherwise, they might have crumbled into pieces by now. ]
You are not your mother. You shouldn’t be bound to her faults. You—you—your decisions...your decisions should be your own.
[ He furrows his eyebrows, as if it’s only just now dawned on him. He’ll need to file away those thoughts to reflect upon later. ]
I swear not to tell Robb, but you should. Perhaps not now, but eventually. He would want you to.
Action
She and Theon were alike in that way. It was what frustrated her the most and pushed her to anger, much as she imagined it had for him.]
Are you so sure? What if he begins to doubt me and believes I somehow knew?
[She couldn't lose Robb. She couldn't! Theon's sudden squeeze tore her away from that fear. Without knowing it, she clasped his hand in hers, drawing all of the comfort she could from that touch. There was a good man beneath the surface, what a horrid way for her to see it.]
It isn't an easy thing to disavow your house and act contrary to their wishes.
[She knew what he felt.]
I don't know when I can or if I can. I'm so afraid.
Action
[ He and Robb have drifted apart, that much is true, but Theon still feels that he knows his old friend’s heart. Even when they were boys fighting with wooden swords on the steps of Winterfell, Robb’s kindness, honesty, and sense of honor had been strong. Ten years worth of memories aren’t so easily erased with the swipe of a hand. ]
He’ll see the sense in it. He never thought I might betray him. He trusted me, just as you trusted your mother. My decisions were not his. He couldn’t have known my mind.
[ It hurts to compare his own misdeeds to those which ended Robb’s life, but it’s the only comparison he has. Again, he gives Jeyne’s hand a reassuring squeeze. ]
You’re his lady wife. He knows what you gave up for him.
Action
[The anger she felt towards him for that matter had dissipated at the sight of all he endured. Anger seemed so meaningless, not when they both had guilt upon their shoulders. He had suffered enough.]
I think that Robb truly misses you. He misses what you shared.
[She tried to smile, hoping to find a bit of strength inside her.]
He gave up a great deal for me as well, perhaps more than I did.
Action
[ He smiles sadly, but thoughtfully. Somehow, it’s easier for him to say these things out loud now. It’s easier to admit to the things that always used to hurt him. ]
I was a good actor. But Robb is a good man. You should tell him of your mother when you feel the time is right.