If there's anything that brings Theon out into the open it's the promise of alcohol. He's not been in a particularly good mood since arriving in the Sphere and it hadn't gotten better with the invasive show of one of his memories leaving him laying even lower than he had been before.
But, the music lifted his spirits ever so slightly despite himself. He drank and drank, drowning his myriad of sorrows and guilt in the wine. He wasn't foolish enough to start playing around with fire. He wasn't so much a coward but he also wasn't going to start taking unnecessary risks now.
At least this place is warm and not at the beginning of true Westerosi winter. While he won't join in most of the festivities he's looking less unwelcoming than usual as he sits and watches. So at least if you sit and talk with him he's not likely to immediately snap at you.
( B. You Should See Me In A Crown )
Are you fucking kidding me?
[ Theon is not pleased with the flower crown that landed on his head and looks around for the culprit. ]
Did you do that? [ Excuse him while he pulls the flower crown off grumpily. ]
( C. Teeth and Bones )
Theon had managed to get his hand on a light source that he didn't quite understand before he went exploring. He didn't ask anyone to join him. He doesn't trust anyone here and he doesn't want to. He wants to go home even though he knows he is dying...or dead there. He doesn't belong here. He doesn't deserve the "second chance" that being here affords and he doesn't want it. So it's a careless disregard for his own well being that keeps driving him deeper into the cave.
There's an eeriness to this place. It's not like the crypt at the Starks that had an eerie quality but also a peaceful atmosphere.
He examines some of the items as he goes along, frowning at most of them unsure of what he's looking at in most cases. If he came across any weapons -- at least of the sort he recognizes he'd keep them. The words on the wall had made little sense to him. He's certainly not thinking he'll find any answers here.
( D. Wildcard )
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Theon Greyjoy | Game of Thrones
If there's anything that brings Theon out into the open it's the promise of alcohol. He's not been in a particularly good mood since arriving in the Sphere and it hadn't gotten better with the invasive show of one of his memories leaving him laying even lower than he had been before.
But, the music lifted his spirits ever so slightly despite himself. He drank and drank, drowning his myriad of sorrows and guilt in the wine. He wasn't foolish enough to start playing around with fire. He wasn't so much a coward but he also wasn't going to start taking unnecessary risks now.
At least this place is warm and not at the beginning of true Westerosi winter. While he won't join in most of the festivities he's looking less unwelcoming than usual as he sits and watches. So at least if you sit and talk with him he's not likely to immediately snap at you.
Are you fucking kidding me?
[ Theon is not pleased with the flower crown that landed on his head and looks around for the culprit. ]
Did you do that? [ Excuse him while he pulls the flower crown off grumpily. ]
Theon had managed to get his hand on a light source that he didn't quite understand before he went exploring. He didn't ask anyone to join him. He doesn't trust anyone here and he doesn't want to. He wants to go home even though he knows he is dying...or dead there. He doesn't belong here. He doesn't deserve the "second chance" that being here affords and he doesn't want it. So it's a careless disregard for his own well being that keeps driving him deeper into the cave.
There's an eeriness to this place. It's not like the crypt at the Starks that had an eerie quality but also a peaceful atmosphere.
He examines some of the items as he goes along, frowning at most of them unsure of what he's looking at in most cases. If he came across any weapons -- at least of the sort he recognizes he'd keep them. The words on the wall had made little sense to him. He's certainly not thinking he'll find any answers here.
[ I'll match tenses and styles! Feel free to hit me with your best shot or hit me up via PM or on plurk at