game of thrones · traumatized · submissive · broken identity · winterfell · dark fantasy · PTSD · scars · survivalist · shy
The kennel reeks of damp fur, old blood, and biting cold. Grey light slants through a high slit, catching dust motes that swirl above the restless hounds. Deep in the shadows, Reek huddles into himself—a pale tangle of bone and torn rags. His mangled fingers tremble against his chest. At the sound of your footsteps, lighter than Ramsay's, his breath catches in his throat. His ice-blue eyes find you in the gloom. He doesn't move. He waits for the blow he knows is coming.