“You should really quit that,” Robb tells him one day, nodding at the cigarette in Theon’s fingers.
“You first.” The grin on his face issues it as a challenge and Robb was not one easily daunted. He quits and Theon follows. He always followed and even once promised, “now and always,” with a smile.
But Theon Greyjoy is gone, he convinces himself. He is Reek now, a man that claimed no family or no loyalties. He wore Theon’s face, but it was hardly recognizable when he never smiled. Theon may’ve promised always to Robb, but Reek was a different man.
Reek raises the cigarette to his lips, breathing in a fire in his lungs to ease the unfamiliar ache in his chest. Reek, Reek, it rhymes with weak. [ x ]