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Theon Greyjoy (book version) from the Game of Thrones/ASoIaF  

And then the tall doors opened with a crash, and a freezing gale blew down the hall, and Robb came walking out of the night. Grey Wind stalked beside, eyes burning, and man and wolf alike bled from half a hundred savage wounds. Theon woke with a scream.

Theon and Sansa + PTSD

This is Theon Greyjoy from the game of the throne.

Once, a boy called Theon Greyjoy had enjoyed tweaking Bolton as they sat at council with Robb Stark, mocking his soft voice and making japes about leeches. He must have been mad. This is no man to jape with. You had only to look at Bolton to know that he had more cruelty in his pinky toe than all the Freys combined.

I like to imagine the last time you spoke was in this very room.

theon: walking faster

“Do this little thing for me, and you can be my dog and eat meat every day,” Lord Ramsay promised. “(…) A man would turn against me in your place, but we know what you are, don’t we? Betray me if you want, it makes no matter … but count your fingers first and know the cost.” Reek knew the cost.

4.08 The Mountain and the Viper

Jusepe de Ribera, Detail of Apollo Flaying Marsyas, 1637

“It rhymes with freak.” ↳ A Dance with Dragons / A Song of Ice and Fire

The second lord, the straight-backed old man in the mail byrnie, studied Reek with flinty eyes. “Look again,” he urged the other lord. “His hair’s gone white and he is three stone thinner, aye, but this is no serving man. Have you forgotten?” The crookback lord looked again and gave a sudden snort. “Him? Can it be? Stark’s ward. Smiling, always smiling.” “He smiles less often now,” Lord Ramsay confessed. “I may have broken some of his pretty white teeth. ↳ A Dance with Dragons / A Song of Ice and Fire

A flayed man holds no secrets.

The Winds of Winter

 Some men hunt, some hawk, some tumble dice. Roose plays with men.