1. How does your character feel about being in King’s Landing?
He hates it. Theon would much rather endure the discomfort of being in the north around people he knows hates him for his betrayal, rather than being surrounded and outnumbered by Viserys' forces. The only upside is Robb being there.
2. Viserys has been on the throne for nine months. When did your character arrive?
Recently, as he accompanied Jon and Sansa and now intends to get them out as soon as possible.
3. Has your character made any acquaintances, friends, courtships, or enemies?
Rather than those he met during the battle to reclaim Winterfell from Ramsay Bolton, Theon has not acquired any other relationships.
4. Has your character made any political advancements?
No. While his ears and eyes are always open, Theon has done nothing to stand in for his father's absence and make decisions for the Iron Islands, nor has he made decisions on the Stark's behalf.
5. How does your character feel about King Viserys III?
The sooner he's off the throne, the better.
6. Has anyone caught your character’s eye?
There are a couple he is attracted to, but he will not speak a word of it.
7. What will your character be wearing for the coronation? (You can describe, post photos, or both!)
Likely a nice black tunic, something with an intricate design and ties in the front. As always, he keeps most of himself covered, and will be wearing gloves to hide his missing finger and scarred hands. (Something sort of like this in terms of design--click here)
▋ ▋ ▋ ▋ ▋ lately daejeon had come to feel like a necessity, while berlin remained a treat -- something nostalgic and grand. luckily his sister agreed, and before they knew it they were on a plane heading to germany. she was up to her ears in assignments and desperately needed a change of not only scenery, but culture as well. and the same applied to sam, but for different reasons. ever since he moved back to south korea he could only deal with the country in small doses if he wanted to stay sane. so whenever he got some time off he usually packed his bags and left for his second home, however brief of a visit. and since christmas was spent with their mother, the siblings could easily justify spending new years eve with their father when they purchased the last-minute tickets.
▋ ▋ ▋ ▋ ▋ ’with their father’, they said. but even so they ended up just the two of them in a pub. or outside a pub: if there was something they loved about germany, it was their tradition of using the outdoor seating all year round. and it was new years eve, so they’d have front row seats to see the fireworks later on. but most of all they loved to talk german in a place where they didn’t automatically turn heads by doing so, and sam donned a wide smile when he heard the word ‘bier’ somewhere over his head before his sister put the two pints of beer down. “bottoms up!” she merrily exclaimed. since he became disabled sam had to watch how much he drank if he wanted to make it to the men’s room without an accident, but in the past they always chugged the first pint to establish the hierarchy sibling-wise for the remainder of the night. but even so the vocal ‘bottoms up’ was still alive and well.
▋ ▋ ▋ ▋ ▋ ”okay...” she hummed in thought. “the worst part about 2015 has to be school, i mean jesus fucking christ." sam took small, repetitive sips of his beer as he listened to her (well-deserved) rant about university as a whole. it was ridiculous and he agreed wholeheartedly. he had never quite liked the education system in south korea, and he often wondered why he couldn’t have just gone to school in germany instead. he felt like a lot of what he went through in the past could’ve been prevented that way. but if there’s one thing therapy had taught him, it was to leave the past where it belonged: at the back of his head, easily accessible if he wanted to dwell on it and drown in ‘what if’s... okay, let’s just say the lesson hadn’t quite sunken in yet. when she reached for her own pint sam took that as his cue to start, and he ran his index finger up and down the surface of the glass in mild concentration. he had to try and rank his ‘worsts’, because a lot of things popped into his head when he opened that particular door. the question was what had truly been bad, and what he had made worse by overthinking it. surprisingly he had nothing negative to say about his physical disability anymore, and that was quite big. but they where still on the ‘worst’ part, so he stuck with that. “the nightmares...” he tried, as if taking the words in his mouth would confirm that he had chosen the greater of many evils. “i think the nightmares has been the worst part of 2015. i got the night terrors somewhat under control, but the nightmares took their place. it’s like i’m not designed to get a proper night’s sleep: i’m not allowed to.”
▋ ▋ ▋ ▋ ▋ ″your turn to start.” sam nodded and swept the last of his second pint. “sure. let’s see...” he reached for the peanuts and took a handful, then he proceeded to put one after the other in his mouth. “hm. the best thing about 2015...” this was a bit more tricky. he usually didn’t think about, or more likely acknowledge, the positive nearly as often as the negative. what had been good about this year? or more likely, what had been the best? he had done some breakthroughs in therapy, but was that really an accomplishment? correction: was that really an accomplishment he wanted to share with his sister? he didn’t want her to know that he struggled in therapy to begin with, that’d only make her worry more. no, he had to think of something else. school was pretty good. things had finally gotten interesting project-wise, and he was learning a lot of useful techniques. he was optimistic for the future, but that was hardly the best of 2015. it was nice, but it wasn’t relevant. “have patience with me.” he giggled and chucked a peanut at her when she pointed out that he was slow as a snail. moving on, then. what else had been good enough to share? ah, fuck it. he couldn’t think of anything else. “okay. the best thing about 2015 was that i became happier. i think. i’ve had more fun than i’ve had since... shit, since forever, i guess. so, you know...” sam had focused on the last few peanuts in his palm as he rambled. when he trailed off and looked up he was met with his sister’s grinning face, and wasn’t her eyes unusually watery? “aw, come one.” he huffed and chucked the last of the peanuts at her, but he couldn’t hide the tug at the corner of his lips. he was lucky that she loved him as much as he loved her, and he was happy that she could finally share in his joy as opposed to his endless sorrow.
▋ ▋ ▋ ▋ ▋ five pints and three toilet breaks later and he was rightfully buzzed and excited for the new year to come: only fifteen minutes left, and he could hardly wait. “how about the bridge?” his sister had returned after paying for their little outing, and now she wrapped her gloved hands around the handles of the wheelchair. he was a wobbly drunk, and they both knew that -- which is why sam accepted the help without any fuss. “yeah, that’d be great.” while this was their first new years eve spent in berlin, they had heard enough stories from friends and relatives to know where the fireworks looked the prettiest. it was give or take a ten minute walk from where they started, so they wouldn’t miss it. “how about new years resolutions: you got any this year?” sam reached down to tuck in a stray corner of the blanket in his lap when the breeze caught it. last december had been pretty rough on him, and he hadn’t even bothered to humor the thought of making resolutions that he didn’t care whether or not he kept in the first place. and now, when he was in a much better state, he still felt pretty ‘meh’ about the entire thing. “nah.” he craned his neck to look up at her. “not really. unless i can get away with ‘sleep better’.” he gave a neutral sigh and let his head lull forward again. “but that’s just wishful thinking at this rate.”
▋ ▋ ▋ ▋ ▋ when they reached the bridge they joined the other people currently gathered there, and with a handful of ‘excuse me’s his sister landed them a pretty good place right by the railing. berlin was beautiful at night, breathtakingly so. he felt a pang of pain in his chest as he truly acknowledged how gorgeous it was, and how he wasn’t living there anymore. he missed his life in germany from the bottom of his heart. his sister reached down to give his shoulder a gentle squeeze, but before he could tell her that he was fine she just shushed him with a smile. and within seconds he realized that he did the same. with a quiet laugh he looked ahead again, anticipation yet again rushing through his veins. 10, 9, 8... the arms that suddenly wrapped around his neck came as a surprise, but he welcomed her warmth and comfort. “i’ve got a resolution for you.” she whispered in his ear. 7, 6, 5... “yeah?” 4, 3, 2... “keep on smiling.” 1. the hitch in his throat was timed with the first firework that reached for the sky and exploded with grace. after that they just kept coming, and sam noticed how it all blurred into a sea of colors. when the first tear fell he had to reach up and take her hand. she responded by hugging him closer with her free arm, and planting a gentle kiss against the back of his head. he loved her so much. and just like that he realized that he did have a resolution to make: ‘let her love you back’.
How do I start this? Okay, honest opinion on you. My honest opinion is that you're adorable and you're a huge dork (in the best way.) Our relationship is, well, not really a relationship much. We've spoken a few times but that's about it. But it's been great, y'know, and stuff. I like you because, well, what's not to like? You're cute, you're funny, honestly not quite bad on the looks (*cat whistle*) but, yeah.
Although I'd probably rank you in the bottom 5 or 10 of the list, just because I think that's where you'd belong. I don't know, but yeah. Anyway, if I had one sentence to say to you, it'd probably be something stupid. Like, "hey, your fly's open." Or, "I JUST STUBBED MY FREAKING TOE." (In the circumstance that I just stubbed my toe.)
What I’m trying to say is that you’re spectacular and beautiful not only on the outside, and it pisses me off that people treat you like you’re not. Be a sunset and a sunrise and everything else and blow everyone out of the atmosphere because boys are stupid and pink lemonade is forever.
So you’re one of the sweetest guys I know, I honestly love you to pieces. You’re so underrated by everyone just because you’re quiet. I’m so glad I know you the way I do and we are as close as we are. I love how cuddly you can be, I love how you react to having people playing with your hair, I love how you used to be such a short ass when we was about thirteen years old and now you’re like a skyscraper. You’re my best friend and I love everything about you – you’re probably wondering if I mean platonically or love love, but even I’m unsure on that one. I don’t know why you’re not on the list, but then again you can be rather quiet around people you don’t know all too well; however I’m glad that you aren’t number one on the list because there is so much more to you then just being “popular”. I’ve been told that I should put one sentence to you, however I’m going to put a quote.
“There comes a point in your life when you realize who really matters, who never did, and who always will.”
I believe that you will always matter to me; you will always be by my side. Ew, that was such a cringe worthy letter. I’m so done with these stupid tasks we’re given.
{holy shit i hate writing letters, this was so awful.}
I love you mucho like hot coco. You’re probably going to know who this is after the first sentence. I’m going to give myself away so easily. If you don’t then it’s your problem. That would mean you’re a fake friend. You are my sun and stars, please. I love talking to you all the time even when you’re a pain in the ass sometimes. I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else, though because you’re my best friend and I got to stay loyal to the squad. You make me laugh all of the time. I will marry into your family, either you like it or not. I’m going to make the camping trip a living hell for you. Please, don’t decide to murder me. I’m a good person when I can be. You know this. I love you, you serial killer. You better love me too because I don’t think there’s anyone else who would take care of you. You deserve to be second on the list because, you shouldn’t be better than me. I’m first. You can be second. Love you. I’m rolling out of here now.
you are a star. You can’t see me right now, but I’m all ready smiling from ear to ear and I’ve only written the first sentence. Guess that tells you how much of an imprint you’ve left on my heart. I’ve decided it was time for me to write a few words down, that way you can’t say I’ve never given you anything sentimental. This letter will be yours to have for keeps. In the case of something happening to me, I’d like for you to know these little things. To know what was going through my head when we were younger and how I felt about you as we grew old together, the future I’ve made out for us in my head. Although I won’t write every little detail, because some things are meant to remain a mystery. And hell, I’m eighteen and haven’t found all the hidden secrets myself. So, look past the jumbled mess and underline the words that mean the most to you. Let them live on inside your head and heart.
Going back to our younger years, I always thought you were too cool for me and there was always this lingering itch that maybe we were only friends because of the years we spent together. Now that it’s written out, it sound too surreal? It was almost impossible to ignore; you were always there. You had me stuck between two feeling: wishing for nothing more than to walk beside you as you made your way to school and longing to erase everything Calista. I’ve been contradicting myself since eight. This wasn’t your modern day Boy Meets World; we were not Cory and Topanga. I had you high on a pedestal at such a young age. If I were to put you on The List back then, you would have been on the lower region because everything about you screamed “worthwhile” and not relating to anything dramatic. I would never think bad about you.
It was truly an adventure growing up alongside you, talking to you in a new way that excited me. We’ve had our fair share of ups and downs as time went on, but we were still ourselves around each other. At times, we may have slipped between the cracks, but things always puttied itself back together. Things usually came naturally to us and nothing seemed too absurd when we were a team. I remember finishing an essay last minute, and it was worth twenty percent of my grade so I was freaking; I wrote it about a balloon that was destined to blow away in the hazardous winds, to slip out of the beholders grasp and fly beyond the sight of human eyes, but the balloon was tied to a rock that kept it in its place. One single rock kept that balloon from flying away, kept it at a safe altitude to showcase to the world. — The rock was you. I write about you for most things because you changed me, and even though the rock eventually flew away with the balloon, we changed things.
So, I may not be a fortune teller or anything of the sorts, but I like to imagine what our future would be like every now and then. If I’m not able to live it, I might as well share the story of us beforehand, so: we would be nothing short of happy, doesn’t matter the situation. Still the best of friends after years on years, and still having firsts together. Our future kids would be friends; maybe even date each other sometime down the line, if we’re lucky. We’d be neighbors in this vision. But not at first, we had to work our way up to that because the income from our starter jobs was shit. College isn’t your cup of tea, but we would end up going back sometime along the lines as a team. Me, being the puss that I am, had to wait for you to hold my hand and take me back to school. Yes. We would have late night study sessions and that seemingly helped us get through the first half, but afterwards we would find our collage sweethearts and decide on giving one another a break. I’d end up losing mine and you’d end up marrying yours. Losing contact with you and being alone would be too much on my heart, so I’d end up finding new people to associate with, but they were nothing compared to you. One day, you’d come knocking on my door (because you seem to be the bigger person) and we’d then understand that it was all one big misunderstanding. We both thought that the other was angry when, in reality, all we wanted was our best friends company. All in all, we would get our happy ending and in the future, you are number five on The List. I’ve seen now that you are feisty, yet still lovable.
And those were the few things I wanted you to know. I think you are my cliche breakup; my grounding rock; biggest hurdle… Best friend. I love you, I love you, I love you.
