Hello sweetie! ❤ 8, Theon and Robb please :)
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Blue eyes were fixed on him, Theon looked at them, his, piercing and sea-coloured willing to drow in that blue, warmer than the sky, colder than the sea, immense and shining. His hand ran in auburn curls. “Robb…”
The younger boy smiled. There wasn’t irony, in that smile, it wasn’t even a smirk, it was a real smile, sincere and crystal clear as every smile Robb had addressed to him since the first moment he walked through the gates of Winterfell.
Theon’s eyes lingered for a while on those lips, then went on his cheeks which were revealing that the wine he had drunk for the first time was doing its job. Theon tried to remember how he felt after Ned Stark allowed him to drink a cup of wine for the first time during a supper. But everything he just remembered was a strange dumbness, and that everything was blurred in front of his eyes. Though he was sure he hadn’t been so clingy, and he definitely didn’t look so young.
Robb was twelve, hardly a child any longer, though he looked even younger, like that. “Theon,” He said, his arms slack on his shoulders while Theon pushed him inside his bedchambers. “You are so pretty.”
Theon looked at him, not completely sure of what he heard. And he didn’t know how to answer to that, Robb’s tone sounding so sincere despite -or maybe thanks to- the wine. A soft smirk, not a real one but not even a smile, rose on Theon’s lips. Robb’s arm wrapped around Theon’s neck, this time stronger, dragging him closer and closer until the tips of their noses were touching. Then Robb started to laugh and everything Theon could do was looking at those huge blue eyes and letting him go once he was sure Robb was on his bed.
He walked out of the room trying not to smile, knowing he would never mention that conversation again.
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