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seems befitting
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[omffff REEK]
{nOT LIKE YOU'RE ALLOWED TO SAY ANYTHING. YOU'RE THE ONE WITH THE SMELLY APARTMENT LIVING NEAR THE DUMP RAMSAY}
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omfg, that’s really funny
{[soblaughs quietly] It had to be done}
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Reek squirmed feebly against the arms that held his fragile frame. They would squeeze him ever tighter, pressing the thinner man so close against the bastard's chest, he feared he might end up breaking something.
Of course he was frightened, locked in such a possessive grasp. He knew it was to put him in his place. Something to remind him that he belonged to Ramsay and that Ramsay was in control. Nothing he did would change that. The ex-ironborn wasn't sure if he wanted to change it either. It would not end well, if he tried.
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We Are The In Crowd - Both Sides of the Story.
Line: You're not quite Satan but I really think I hate you.
There was no water, no food and even moreso, no signs or traces of blood. She was starving, in every aspect of the word and the bright lights that surrounded her truly did not help her cause. Instead, her wrists were bound in chains that were attached to the brick wall that rested behind her and she was so weak that she was on her knees, pulling against the cuffs biting into the soft skin of her wrists. Her bottom jaw was slacked open ever so slightly and she could feel the strength leaving her body with each blinding light that stayed on her. This was torture, in every meaning of it. She was dying and most of all, he knew it. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, dragging her to her wits end, to her limits and now, she was waiting for his final blow as he wondered upon her and weak, chocolate hues looked up to him. Satan was a term she would refuse to use. Refuse to give him the satisfaction he would discover if she were to blurt out Satan instead of his true name, but it was no lie. "You know.." She began, her voice was weak and raspy. "I really think I hate you."
Mounted on top of black mare was the Blackfyre woman Athelis, she was riding near the ocean near where she knew a camp was but, she was not worried about them she would slay anyone who dared to attack her. She kept her silverish blonde hair hidden in the hood of her cloak to keep her hidden. Stopping her horse when she reached the top of cliff, she dismounted her horse and grabbed her reins as she walked her horse to a patch where she could feed on grass and hopefully get away from being so close near the camp, ruining her fingers threw the horse's black mane she hears footsteps approaching from behind for which made her grab her swords handle that was attached to the saddle and pull it out and point it at the stranger that appeared in front of her.
The water was scalding hot, far warmer than water had any right to be. The steam rising from the tub had been enough to make him cringe. Lowering himself in it had felt even worse. Some cuts began to sting in protest against the water. His skin tingling irritably from the heat as well.
Yet his body surrendered itself to the warmth, grateful for the comfort that it brought his aching joints. He could not remember when he last bathed. Or washed. Months worth of dirt started to let go of him now that he had gotten into the tub, the surface of the water already turning murky.
Soothing though it was, Reek remained scared, half expecting to find something in the water. Or perhaps lord Ramsay would see fit to push him under and threaten to drown his servant.
It's a reward.
He needed to firmly remind himself of that.
I've stayed loyal, they couldn't take me. I didn't let them.
It's a reward.
His lips moved wordlessly, saying the words without truly saying them. He sat like that for a while, drawing his knees up, the tips just above the water, firmly kept together.
"...a reward."
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“I’m pretty drunk and you’re not drink enough.
“Do you always reject any sexual advance thrown at you?”
"You've had enough."
"Only the creepy ones. Which happen to be most of them.
Shouldn't you be bothering my foster brother or something."
{♜}~~ : Jon kept his eyes on the newcomer. His hand crept down to Longclaw's hilt, burnt fingers closing around the supple leather tied around it. He had heard of this man.
Another Snow,
another bastard.
It were the eyes that betrayed to him the other man's identity. Cold as ice, both its stare and its color. The same eyes Roose Bolton had.
There were rumors about the Bastard of Bolton even here at the Wall. Disturbing ones at that. It put him on guard more than usual.
"You're a long way from the Dreadfort.."
Ramsay shrugged, a mildly amused smirk on his face. His shirt playing in his hands before it was pulled on.
He had pulled it out of nothing. Just from the way he s t a r e d.
”What does it matter? You’ve said no.”
He scowled, watching for a moment before turning away in annoyance. “I never said n- Fuck, forget it. Stop messing with my mind.” It didn’t matter how many times he was going to be running into this freak. Their interactions never failed to aggrevate him. Ramsay knew just what buttons to push.
Which was unsettling.
And that was an understatement.
Theon turned back to look the guy over. Ramsay wasn’t fat or anything, but bigger than average. There was more to the dark haired youth that Theon found he didn’t like.
A mocking grin appeared on his lips.
"Don’t even bother flattering yourself either,
I can do so much better. And have.”
