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The Greyjoy before you asked for your name and you introduced yourself. There was sadness in his aura and he looked out of place without having somebody on his lap or even a drink. His cheeks was tinted with a blush when you reached out for his hand. Although there was something cold and sad in him, you saw a glimpse of warmness and happiness in him.

“Theon,” he slurred.

“Theon,” you said testing out the name on your tongue. You firmly held his hand, “The next time you plan to sulk around, shout for me.”

He chuckled, nodding as he shied away. You started to walk away, and his heart pounded. He was feeling confident and the drank shook his being into something warm for a while, “Will I see you again?”

The question stunned you for a minute, smiling at him. “Goodnight, Theon.”

Theon shut the door’s room with a heavy sigh as the moon disappeared from the onyx sky and the stars sparkled. He doesn’t want to sleep just yet, doesn’t want to ruin the beautiful moment. Doesn’t want to have nightmares just yet. He wanted to cherish this day as best as he can, but his groggy body betrayed him as his breaths were even and his body went slumped against the soft bed.

Whenever he closes his eyes to sleep, he can feel the winter cold on his warm skin. He can feel Ramsay’s breath on his skin, mocking him, insulting him, slaving him- mentally and physically. He can feel it. He can still feel it.

Thunderous poundings were on his door as several men shouted on the other end. “Shut it down, will ya?”

He hasn’t realized he was screaming on his own, his sweat flushed on his own. It was just a nightmare, he thought. But it all felt so real.

Suddenly a soft knock was on his door and your voice echoed from it. “Hello?”

Theon slumped, wiping his tears away. “Come in,” he croaked.

You went in, unaware that it was Theon. He looked like a fallen angel- broken and stressed. “Theon,” you whispered as you took on his figure. “Theon, you alright?”

“Just a nightmare is all,” he answered.

“Alright,” you said. You’ve just met him, and yet your instincts says to stay with him for a moment. For an hour or two. Just be with him.

His turned his back on you, shifting on his bed and you took the space on the foot of his bed. “Aren’t you going away?”

You patted the bed, “The bed is quite soft, I think I’ll stay for awhile,” you joked. He didn’t say anything but breath heavily. The heavy silence settled in, and you sighed. “Do you want me to go?”

“No,” he answered. “No.” He didn’t turn his back on you, but moved closer to the edge. Theon was quiet for awhile, calming himself with his feelings and the cruelty of his dreams. “Nobody has stayed with me for a while.”

You looked at him, and you nodded. His voice broke when he said his last words, and you felt your heart break. “I’ll stay,” you whispered in the dark, just the stars lighting the whole room. “I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”

And his heart ached, in delight and in love. 

Months passed by and you did stayed.

Theon turned to look at you, his legs tangled with yours. He grinned, kissing your exposed neck waking you up. You elbowed his body away, covering yourself with his blanket. “Theon,” you whined as his lips connected to your shoulders and to your ear.

His arms wrapped around yours, his hand over on your stomach and one around your ribs to hug you. His lips still searched for more skin to ignite and you closed your eyes as he mumbled, I love you’s.

“I love you too,” you whispered, leaning back on his touch. He was silent for awhile, and you felt his warm tears on your shoulders. “Theon,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry,” he croaked. “I shouldn’t…”

You held on him, cupping his face and wiping his tears away. “You have nothing to say sorry for,” you whispered as you kissed his swollen eyes. “Absolutely nothing.”

You two laid there together, waiting for the sun to fully shine in the city. You ruffled his hair, grinning down at him as you propped yourself by the elbow. “Now get yourself out of the bed,” you smiled. “Out! Out!”