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“France is following us to revolution, there is no more status quo.”
Groggily, Robb awoke to the low mutterings of his boyfriend. Turning over in the bed Robb looked to see Theon sitting up against the headboard, ear buds plugged in and the soft glow of his cell phone, a bright gold and black album cover being displayed.
“But the sun comes up and the world still spins.”
Robb peeked at the wall clock and bit back a groan upon seeing it was four in the morning.
“I helped Lafayette draft a declaration, Then I said, ‘I gotta go.’ I gotta be in Monticello-”
Robb administer a sharp jab into Theon side, causing him to jump in shock. Theon blinked, looking down at Robb with a sheepish grin as he paused his music and pulled out a single ear bud.
“Shit, did I wake you up?”
“No shit,” Robb grumbled as he buried his face into the pillow. “Do you have to sing out loud? It’s the middle of the night.”
A delighted smirk came to Theon’s face. “Can we confer, sir?” Upon seeing Robb’s darkening glare, Theon dropped his smirk. “Sorry, couldn’t sleep and it’s catchy. I blame you.”
“I regret showing you that damn musical,” Robb moaned loudly into his pillow. This wasn’t the fifth night in a row he had been serenaded by the darn musical. Don’t get him wrong, Robb loved it and listened to it on his way to work, but Theon seemed to really enjoy it. So much that he referenced, hummed, sang, and joked about the musical more times than not.
“Would you feel better if I sang your favorite song?” Theon teased.
“No-” but it was too late for Theon was already in a new song.
“I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Yo, I’m just like my country, I’m young scrappy and hungry and I’m not-”
“Theon!”
“Oh, something else?” Theon was laying fully beside him now, an arm slug over Robb’s back and reeling him in closer. “Helpless! Look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit, I’m helpless! Down for the count, and I’m drownin’ in ‘em-”
“I swear, if you keep singing, I’m going to strangle you!”
“Or,” Theon leaned in close so that his lips just barely grazed Robb’s ear, “you can wait for it.”
“Why are you torturing me? Isn’t there anything else you can do? Any other subject you can-”
“And, no, don’t change the subject! ‘Cause you’re my favorite subject! My sweet, submissive subject! My loyal, royal subject! Forever and ever and ever and-”
“That’s it!” Robb pushed Theon off the bed and threw his pillow down to the floor as well. “You can sleep on the floor, the couch, the office, anywhere else but here.”
Silence finally made its way back into the bedroom, but of course that would have been too easy.
Very quietly, Theon sang softly, “With only the memories, of you when were mine. I hope that you buuuuuuuurn.”