The night was windless, the snow drifting straight down out of a cold black sky, yet the leaves of the heart tree were rustling his name. “Theon,” they seemed to whisper, “Theon.”
The old gods, he thought. They know me. They know my name. I was Theon of House Greyjoy. I was a ward of Eddard Stark, a friend and brother to his children. “Please.” He fell to his knees. “A sword, that’s all I ask. Let me die as Theon, not as Reek.” Tears trickled down his cheeks, impossibly warm. “I was ironborn. A son … a son of Pyke, of the islands.”
Gravity Falls has always been close with my birthday. Last year The Stanchurian candidate (as in the first Gideon episode in over 2 years) aired only a couple of days before, and now we know that Dipper and Mabel’s birthday is the day after mine. I just find that really awesome.