"... you've grown." , as sent by : @greisle
rickon still remembers the sound that ser rodrik's head had made, when it hit the sodden earth of winterfell's courtyard. he remembers maester luwin's last plea for reprieve, the way osha's knife had slid between his ribs to deliver it. he remembers the screams of his brother, echoing out as he begged theon for mercy. and rickon remembers how instead of shaking with fear: he had shook with rage. the same can be said now, as the boy's body quakes as if the ground were unstable... threatening to give out beneath his feet.
" ... y - you — "
shaggydog coils in response to rickon's voice, curling around the boy in a protective embrace— his jade eyes narrowed to slits, as he watches the man before them ; fear embedded into the beast, where rage found a home in his counterpart.
