Epilogue III: 306AL Jeyne
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
Though not quite summer, Theon had insisted on dressing as if it were.
"Shit." It came out as a hiss, he'd stepped on a shell again. Instead of reminding him that she had been right to wear shoes, and had been right in telling him that it was just barely spring, she'd asked if he was alright.
"We can go back and get your boots if you like. Or I could go back and you could wait here, it doesn't matter to me."
She knew how important it was to him. He'd been dropping hints for the past fortnight, talking about how beautiful the ocean was in summer, how wonderful it was to swim and fish in.
"No, it's alright," Jeyne held out her hand and he took it, pulling himself to his feet. He wiped his sandy hands across his tunic and looked down at her, then out to sea.
"I suppose I'm just happy winter didn't last as long as summer. I truly thought it would."
"Mmm. We all did."
He let go of her hand and crossed his hands over his chest for warmth. "Come on then. I want to make it to the shoreline before I freeze."
Jeyne grinned at him, still not commenting on his choice of clothes. She watched a pelican dive into a wave, emerging with a small fish and jerking it's head back, tossing the silver thing down its gullet.
"Do you believe in reincarnation?"
He was silent for a moment before responding "I don't know, really. I suppose it's possible. But anything is possible. Who am I to say what's real or not?"
"No one can prove or disprove anything anymore, can they?" He didn't say anything, and she took it as an invitation to continue, "I mean, any God or Gods could be real, but we would have no way of knowing would we?"
Theon kept his silence, and instead of responding to the ladder, inquired about the former. "If you were an animal reincarnated into a human, what animal do you think it was?"
"Some type of bird." She answered him without hesitation, surprising both Theon and herself. "I mean, not a raven or anything special. And not some grand bird with multicolored plume. Just...a bird. A sparrow, perhaps."
They'd reached the shoreline by now, and Jeyne watched as his six toes met the cold surf. "The most humblest of birds?"
"Yes. I think so." She made no move to step back from the surf, despite knowing it would soak through the thin leather of her boots. "What do you think you were?"
Jeyne couldn't help but laugh, "A bit cliché, don't you think? A bird falling in love with a fish?"
Theon let out a small laugh, "A fish falling in love with a bird. I actually hadn't thought about it." He looked up from the surf at his feet, his eyes meeting her face. "What about a flying fish? More realistic?" His old smile was plastered across his face, making him look nineteen again.
She smirked back, a habit she'd picked up from him. "Now you're just trying to redeem yourself."
He sighed, plopping down on his ass on the wet sand. She sat beside him, tucking her cloak between her and the sand.
"Do you remember my twenty-third name-day? When you took me here?"
"Of course." Her hand went to the ribbon she wore in her hair. "I hadn't the coin to buy you anything."
He sighed, still looking out to sea, "It still is the best gift I've ever received."
He turned to look at her. "It's true. No one's ever giving me something so thoughtful. I thank you still, four years later."
She never took her eyes off the sea, "I loved you then, you know. We hadn't even been her four months, and I loved you already."
He continued to study her, "I loved you too. I still do."
She looked at him, smirking again. "You had better."
He ignored her snide remark, "I got you something." He stood and knelt behind her, brushing her chestnut hair out of the way. He pulled something out of his pocked, but from her position, she couldn't see what.
She felt cold steel against her décolletage and looked down to see a silver filagree locket adorned with an embossed kraken on the inside. "Theon..." He stood and faced her, holding out his hands. She took them and stood up, making no move to embrace him, simply studying it. "It's beautiful." It must have cost him a fortune, but she had learned by this time not to question what he spent his money on. He spends his coin on such frivolous things. It was like the ribbon he'd bought her almost half a decade ago. She looked up at him and saw his grin.
"Do you like it? I know you can't parade yourself as...my wife. As a Greyjoy. So..."
"I love it." She stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her head in his shoulder.
This chapter is unrealistic. It's obvious that this winter is going to be a long one, and that the white walkers are gonna bust into Westeros or some shit. This was more of a filler chapter so that the next part can be from Theon's perspective.
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Gotta finish this bitch up before friday. I don't know if I'll have Wi-Fi in Rome.