video; un: ironborn

[reek]

I’ll not congratulate anyone for the beginnings of this cure.

[ Oh, look, it's that guy who pisses everyone off. The corner of his mouth quirks into a cruel smirk, but his teeth are clenched too tightly and his eyes burn too fiercely for any proper smile. It’s a struggle for him to remain as guarded as he would prefer, and there are cracks in his armor: he’s clearly angry and upset. ]

My sister was among the ill. Was. I have been informed that she has since returned to the pods—still uncured.

[ He tries to keep his tone even and cold, void of emotion, but his voice breaks ever so slightly. He and Asha weren’t close, not like he’s known siblings should be, but it’s a deep cut to be abandoned again, and it hurts to know that one of the few people he felt he could trust in this place is gone. Clearing his throat, he continues.]

Which leads me to the question at hand. What reason do I, or the worried, or any of the ailing, have to trust the maesters here? Healers--whatever name you may know them by. Months, this has gone on, to the point where someone is gone and remains unhealed.

[ He knows better than to critique those who have done nothing but help, but his anger is directionless otherwise, so he chuckles cruelly, and that cheshire smirk widens. ]

They’ve been all but useless.

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[reek]

I mean that is how things are done on the Iron Islands.

[shashka]

Is it? Your sister told me that your countrymen valued strength, regardless of who it came from. Are you calling her a liar?

[reek]

Asha has lied on more than one occasion.

[ He can think of one right off the top of his head that he doesn't plan on mentioning. ]

Either way, my mother is not the head of house.

[shashka]

Of course.

[ he's learned so much from Theon. ]

You really don't care what she thinks?

[reek]

I never said that.

[shashka]

Didn't you say what she thought didn't matter?

[reek]

Aye, I did, but I never once said that I did not care what she thought.

[ It's very different, you see. ]

[shashka]

So, if your mother thinks you're adequate, is that enough for you?

[ do you need your mom to love you, Theon? ]

[reek]

[ Desperately. ]

You ask far too many questions.

[ Theon, are you just realizing this now? ]

[shashka]

You're just so good at answering them.

[ seriously, Theon. ]

[reek]

[ ...

...

OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT ]

Fuck off.

[shashka]

[ wow Theon, language. ]

Surprised it took you that long to tell me that, kid.

[ he really enjoys this guy. ]

[reek]

[ He is an adult! ]

Then you may as well listen.

[shashka]

[ whatever you say, kid. ]

Only if you ask nicely.

[reek]

I don't need to do anything nicely.

[ Ocelot please ]

[shashka]

[ Theon, you just make it so easy... much like someone else he once knew who was definitely not Ocelot. ]

Sure. But if you don't tell me to "fuck off" nicely, you might never get rid of me.

[reek]

Piss off. How much nicer is that for you?

[ Oh my god. ]

[shashka]

You didn't say "please".

[reek]

I had no plans to do so.

[shashka]

Well, then how do you expect me to either fuck or piss off?

[ sorry not sorry. ]

[reek]

Seven hells.

By doing just that. How stupid are you?

[ Says the stupidest person in this conversation. ]

[shashka]

[ it's ok, kid. you might grow out of it and go on to annoy someone else. ]

Well now it's like you want me to just keep talking to you.

With an attitude like that, it's no wonder your father preferred your sister.

[reek]

Now you can really fuck off.

[ Theon--Theon, just....just stop responding...Theon... ]

[shashka]

I still don't hear a "please".

[ he's already won, Theon. give it up. ]

[reek]

Nor will you.

[ BUT HE'S SO STUBBORN. ]