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pixiecactus · 4 months

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pretty much a self indulgent post for my fic but i'm going to have to take something like a little summer vacation and i don't think that the place where i'm going has internet connection or wifi available so maybe i will spend my time writing so this is me trying my best to put my ideas down in a place that's pseudo tangible, any grammatical errors are due to the fact that english is not my first language and i read the books in my mothertongue back in 2014 so details are a little fuzzy

pretty much obvious but there's not lady stoneheart, mother merciless, the hangwomen, etc. whatever name she was known.

i can pretty much picture that harwin tried to beg to beric for her life, like in the books but i think that arya even in the catatonic and traumatic state that she is put her foot down saying something "let her reunite with my father please" and "can we give her a tully funeral (?)" not really sure if that type of funeral is tully tradition only or if this is something that the riverlands noble houses all do ((i have to look that up))" of course that the bwb complies with arya's wishes

that leads me to: okay the details are really fuzzy in this part i will have to pick my copy of asos up, but yeah the hound kidnaps arya exactly like the book i'm not sure if i will have her recover needle, i want her to have jon's smile back but at the same time i want her to try to heal in a less violent way

i remember that back in agot after the joffrey-arya debacle, arya escaped and survived in the riverlands wilderness for four days i think so i want to recreate this again since we had been show that arya is capable of surviving so my plan is for arya try to work the red wedding chaos in her favor and there escape the hound

we know that in canon the bwb got to the twins a few days later then the hound and arya so there's when i want to arya to reunite with them, and there comes point two

i know that is more reasonable for arya to be send to acorn hall, but this just a idea for a fanfic so for my own plot reasons the bwb decides to leave arya in the inn at the crossroads with the heddle sisters

i will have to research this too, since i know that the inn wasn't in good state when arya and the hound killed polliver, so i will have to work the pipeline: from the inn that we saw polliver and the tickler at to an orphan refugee housing

correct me if i'm wrong but i remember reading in one of arya's chapters with the hound after the rw about how she could sleep for days if the hound didn't abuse her and make her wake up to continue their trip so i will take the liberty of having arya behaving in like a comatose state after they leave her at the inn, girl had a breaking point about dealing with grief and she does not how to pick the pieces

that leads me to: gendry, gendry, gendry. he's officially part of the bwb and i don't think that he regrets the decision, to be honest i don't even think he regrets the decision in canon either, sure he's angsty and pretty much heartbroken but he lost his best friend, pretty much the only person that showed that she cared for him. i think that losing arya is that breaking point in which he realizes that maybe he feels something more strong that friendship for arya, of course, gendry is class conscious and knows that that a lowborn bastard loving a highborn lady could only end badly. but here almost losing arya really did a number on him

so when the bwb discusses leaving arya at the crossroads to recover (meanwhile they try to come with a plan to what to do with her) gendry insists that he's left there too. he tells himself that he will go back to the brotherhood after arya stops being catatonic and starts to resamble the arya he once knew ((can you tell that boy is pretty much lying to himself))

since lady stoneheart never came to be, anguy and edric dayne are still a part of the brotherhood

in a majority of the arya stays with the bwb aus i have read, they make jeyne or even willow as a romantic rival, and it's my personal opinion and personal opinion only but i hate that. so here we will have jeyne-anguy in a casual relationship that willow absolutely hates because in her own words: "he's pretty much stupid if he doesn't want to marry you, jeyne"

the heddles adopt arya as a third sister, they love her as much as arya loves them. jeyne loves to have a little sister that let her comb her hair (willow does not like having her hair touched, thank you very much) and willow loves having a sister that is lot like her and someone who she can talk about how stupid boys are, anguy most of all, and arya finally gets sisterly love!!!

arya tries her hardest to avoid gendry, she thinks that he's only in the inn to keep an eye on her and report back to the brotherhood besides she still thinks that gendry never wanted to be her friend. nonetheless everytime that arya offers herself to go hunting food, gendry does it best to follow her even if they don't talk much anymore

since anguy and lord edric are the youngest in the bwb, they are the ones send to the crossroads the most to help protect the inn or to send rations, much to gendry's chagrin, he certainly does not care about anguy trying his best to romance jeyne but he has a big problem with that highborn coming here to talk to the only other highborn at the inn. it doesn't help that edric dayne avoids him as much as arya likes to do herself.

when the news of fake!arya marrying the bastard of bolton reach the brotherhood, lord beric personally visits arya, at first arya thinks that the bwb is going to sell her to ramsay bolton and she wants to fight it instead what she gets is lord beric dondarrion telling her that is more safe for her to ever forget that she was a highborn in the first place, and that if she wants she can live as a lowborn as freely as she wants

the heddles run the inn during the day, arya a little afraid to be recognized still, decides that's better for her to work cleaning the inn at night hours

anguy always invites gendry to come back with them, at least to visit the peach again, gendry gets red as a crabapple and wants to kill him everytime he opens his mouth

demisexual! gendry, as an aspec myself i can pretty much say that gendry is really demi-coded

ages: anguy 26 - jeyne 23 - gendry 18 - edric 17 - arya 16 - willow 15

that's pretty much all i currently have

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #arya stark #gendry #gendrya #arya x gendry #gendry x arya #edric dayne #jeyne heddle #willow heddle #anguy the archer #the brotherhood without banners

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amongthevipers · 16 days

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HAPPY BYRON DAY!! (2/???)

featuring . . . sansa & arya stark / @devilsnare

mutuals may interact, byron may reblog

#this one is small cause it makes the quality of the willow caps i was able to find look less shitty #rip cap-that #*[ STARK S : DYN x arya stark / devilsnare ]#*[ STARK S : VISAGE x sophie turner ]#character : sansa stark #*[ EDITS AND GRAPHICS ] . . . do not steal

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iamnotathornbird · 11 months

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looking for fic recs. happy, modern day AUs a plus, but only requirements are completed works (i know, i know, but my heart can't get attached to any WIPs right now) and HEA endings.

anything featuring:

-buffy × spike

-willow x spike

-katniss x peeta (x gale, okay, too)

-lexi x fezco

-arya x gendry

-sansa x tyrion

-missandei x grey worm

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fromtheseventhhell · 7 months

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Calm as still water, a small voice whispered in her ear. Arya was so startled she almost dropped her bundle. She looked around wildly, but there was no one in the stable but her, and the horses, and the dead men. (Arya IV, AGOT)

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The one-armed woman died at evenfall. Gendry and Cutjack dug her grave on a hillside beneath a weeping willow. When the wind blew, Arya thought she could hear the long trailing branches whispering, "Please. Please. Please." The little hairs on the back of her neck rose, and she almost ran from the graveside. (Arya III, ACOK)

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Gooseprickles rose on Arya's skin, and for an instant she felt dizzy. Then, so faintly, it seemed as if she heard her father's voice. "When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives," he said. - That night she lay in her narrow bed upon the scratchy straw, listening to the voices of the living and the dead whisper and argue as she waited for the moon to rise. They were the only voices she trusted anymore. (Arya X, ACOK)

Arya + Having a physical reaction to "hearing" the dead

#arya stark #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #one of my favorite theories I just think it's so interesting #I can see it not being a fleshed-out concept but I would love it if we got more of it in the future

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rohanneofcoldmoat · 1 year

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Thinking about Brienne and idealism and despair, I feel like George has sown some seeds in the last couple glimpses we get of her that hint at a crisis of faith she'll have in twow. There's this deep-set sense of futility, of helplessness, in Brienne's last chapter, one that extends beyond the fact that she's a prisoner.

"He turned back at the river, m'lady. He's gone back to his forge, to Willow and the little ones, to keep them safe." No one can keep them safe. She began to cough again. "Ah, let her choke. Save us a rope." One of the shadow men shoved the girl aside. He was clad in rusted rings and a studded belt. At his hip hung longsword and dirk. A yellow greatcloak was plastered to his shoulders, sodden and filthy. From his shoulders rose a steel dog's head, its teeth bared in a snarl. "No," Brienne moaned. "No, you're dead, I killed you."

Those kids at the inn that Brienne was willing to die to protect, the kids that she was literally eaten to protect, well now, in her mind, no one can keep them safe. Of course, Brienne feeling like the odds are against her is not something that will make her fold on its own. "No chance and no choice" after all, but here, you can feel her wondering, is there ever really a chance? And as if to confirm this, the monster haunting the Riverlands, the same one that Brienne killed at to crossroads to protect the children, is seemingly back again and right in front of her.

And then, the last time we see actually see Brienne, her appearance startles Jaime.

Jaime scrambled to his feet. "My lady. I had not thought to see you again so soon." Gods be good, she looks ten years older than when I saw her last. And what's happened to her face? "That bandage … you've been wounded …"

Obviously, her injuries and the fever she suffered are likely contributing to the fact that she seems to have aged ten years, but if we take this more metaphorically, what else is associated with youth? Resilience, innocence, idealism. In Winds we may see a Brienne who has lost some of these things. Being confronted with the rotting husk of your liege lady who commands you to do something you deem unjust lest she kill you and and an innocent child will do that I guess. Jaime says "You've been wounded," when he sees her, and he's right, and not just physically. Brienne's in a lose-lose situation, where any decision she makes requires her to compromise her own morality, a part of the too many vows dilemma that led Jaime to lose his faith in the institution of knighthood that Brienne still holds sacred. I think there are some dark places she could go internally, and the fact that she's going to get slammed with the fact that Tarth has been invaded and has possibly fallen is certainly not going to help. How far things will go, and what morally grey actions Brienne may take I don't know. In my mind there's a certain something to Brienne killing Catelyn, with Oathkeeper no less, but considering all the foreshadowing that Arya will meet her mother again before her final death, I don't know that that will be the case. What this faltering idealism will look like in Brienne's story I'm not sure, I just know that I am ready for George to tear my heart out in twow (one of these days).

"There are a lot of dark chapters right now in the book that I'm writing. You know, it is called The Winds of Winter, and I've been telling you for 20 years that winter was coming. And winter's the time when things die, and you know, cold, and ice, and darkness fills the world, so this is not going to be the happy feel-good book that people may be hoping for, and some of the characters are in very dark places." - GRRM x

#brienne of tarth #valyrianscrolls #asoiaf #also don't think Brienne's arc will end on this kind of note just that we'll see her wrestling with this in twow #*

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mybworlds · 3 months

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Chapter 9: Kissed by fire

Pairing: The Hound x Sansa Stark

Summary: Sansa and Sandor meet the brotherhood without banners and Sansa reunites with her sister Arya.

Chapter Warnings: language, violence

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Her eyes had grown accustomed to blackness. When a man pulled the hood off her head, the ruddy glare inside the hollow hill made Sansa blink.

A huge firepit had been dug in the center of the earthen floor, and its flames rose swirling and crackling toward the smoke-stained ceiling. People were emerging from between those roots as she watched; edging out from the shadows for a look at the captives, stepping from the mouths of pitch-black tunnels on all sides. In one place on the far side of the fire, the roots formed a kind of stairway up to a hollow in the earth where a man sat almost lost in the tangle of weirwood.

Big as the fire was, the cave was bigger; it was hard to tell where it began and where it ended. Sansa saw men and women and little children, all of them watching her warily.

"Who are you?" Sansa asked frightened as she looked around.

"Sansa?" a voice made her turn to the left, Sansa could not believe her eyes and ears, it was her sister Arya, she was alive. Sansa stood up and went to meet her sister hugging her, Arya did not return the hug, she remained rigidly composed in her position.

Sansa dissolved the embrace "I thought-I thought you were dead!"

"But here I am!" she replied coldly, Sansa looked at all those men, women and children, who were they?

"What is this place?" a strong-looking, dark-haired young man asked sitting next to Arya.

"A place where neither wolves nor lions can disturb us." Thoros of Myr replied.

Sansa and Arya shivered even as one hid it from the other.

Sansa looked around for the Hound and saw him standing by the fire with a hood over his head and his hands bound.

“How did you take him?” the priest asked.

“The dogs caught the scent. He was sleeping off a drunk under a willow tree, if you believe it.”

“Betrayed by his own kind.” Thoros turned to the prisoner and yanked his hood off. “Welcome to our humble hall, dog. It is not so grand as Robert’s throne room, but the company is better.”

The shifting flames painted Sandor Clegane’s burned face with orange shadows, so he looked even more terrible than he did in daylight. When he pulled at the rope that bound his wrists, flakes of dry blood fell off.

The Hound’s mouth twitched. “I know you,” he said to Thoros.

“You did. In mêlées, you’d curse my flaming sword, though thrice I overthrew you with it.”

“We are brothers here,” Thoros of Myr declared. “Holy brothers, sworn to the realm, to our god, and to each other.”

“The brotherhood without banners.” someone shouted “The knights of the hollow hill.”

“Knights?” Clegane made the word a sneer. “Dondarrion’s a knight, but the rest of you are the sorriest lot of outlaws and broken men I’ve ever seen. I shit better men than you.”

“Any knight can make a knight,” said the scarecrow that was Beric Dondarrion, “and every man you see before you has felt a sword upon his shoulder. We are the forgotten fellowship.”

“Send me on my way and I’ll forget you too,” Clegane rasped. “But if you mean to murder me, then bloody well get on with it. You took my sword, my horse, and my gold, so take my life and be done with it . . . but spare me this pious bleating.”

“You will die soon enough, dog,” promised Thoros, “but it shan’t be murder, only justice.”

Sansa's eyes widened in terror at the idea that Sandor - the Hound - could be killed.

“Aye,” said the Mad Huntsman, “and a kinder fate than you deserve for all your kind have done. Lions, you call yourselves. At Sherrer and the Mummer’s Ford, girls of six and seven years were raped, and babes still on the breast were cut in two while their mothers watched. No lion ever killed so cruel.”

“I was not at Sherrer, nor the Mummer’s Ford,” the Hound told him. “Lay your dead children at some other door.”

Thoros answered him. “Do you deny that House Clegane was built upon dead children? I saw them lay Prince Aegon and Princess Rhaenys before the Iron Throne. By rights your arms should bear two bloody infants in place of those ugly dogs.”

The Hound’s mouth twitched. “Do you take me for my brother? Is being born Clegane a crime?”

“Murder is a crime.”

“Who did I murder?”

An endless string of names resounded along the cave walls, and Sansa looked worriedly at the Hound.

“Enough.” The Hound’s face was tight with anger. “You’re making noise. These names mean nothing. Who were they?”

“People,” said Lord Beric. “People great and small, young and old. Good people and bad people, who died on the points of Lannister spears or saw their bellies opened by Lannister swords.”

“It wasn’t my sword in their bellies. Any man who says it was is a bloody liar.”

“You serve the Lannisters of Casterly Rock,” said Thoros.

“Once. Me and thousands more. Is each of us guilty of the crimes of the others?” Clegane spat. “Might be you are knights after all. You lie like knights, maybe you murder like knights.”

Arya screamed “You are a murderer! You killed Mycah, don’t say you never did. You murdered him!”

The Hound stared at her with no flicker of recognition. “And who was this Mycah, boy?”

“I’m not a boy! But Mycah was. He was a butcher’s boy and you killed him. Jory said you cut him near in half, and he never even had a sword.”

“Who’s this now?” someone asked.

The Hound answered. “Seven hells. The little sister---" Sandor's eyes sought Sansa's, who immediately returned the gaze.

“The girl has named you a murderer. Do you deny killing this butcher’s boy, Mycah?”

The big man shrugged. “I was Joffrey’s sworn shield. The butcher’s boy attacked a prince of the blood.”

“That’s a lie! It was me. I hit Joffrey and threw Lion’s Paw in the river. Mycah just ran away, like I told him.”

“Did you see the boy attack Prince Joffrey?” Lord Beric Dondarrion asked the Hound.

“I heard it from the royal lips. It’s not my place to question princes.” Clegane jerked his hands toward Arya. “This one’s own sister told the same tale when she stood before your precious Robert.”

“Sansa’s just a liar,” Arya said, furious at her sister all over again. “It wasn’t like she said. It wasn’t.” the Stark shouted, forgetting that her sister Sansa was in the cave with them.

Thoros drew Lord Beric aside. The two men stood talking in low whispers, Dondarrion turned back to the Hound. “You stand accused of murder, but no one here knows the truth or falsehood of the charge, so it is not for us to judge you. Only the Lord of Light may do that now. I sentence you to trial by battle.”

The Hound frowned suspiciously, as if he did not trust his ears. “Are you a fool or a madman?”

“Neither. I am a just lord. Prove your innocence with a blade, and you shall be free to go.”

Sansa breathed a sigh of relief, the Hound was virtually unbeatable with the sword, everyone knew it, including her sister Arya who was furious.

“So who will it be?”

“It’s me you’ll face,” said Lord Beric Dondarrion.

Thoros brought the Hound his swordbelt.

The Hound ripped the sword free and threw away the scabbard.

The Hound made to step toward his foe, Thoros of Myr stopped him. “First we pray.” He turned toward the fire and lifted his arms. “Lord of Light, look down upon us.”

All around the cave, the brotherhood without banners lifted their own voices in response. “Lord of Light, defend us.”

“Lord of Light, protect us in the darkness.”

“Lord of Light, shine your face upon us.”

“Light your flame among us, R’hllor,” said the red priest. “Show us the truth or falseness of this man.

Strike him down if he is guilty, and give strength to his sword if he is true. Lord of Light, give us wisdom.”

“For the night is dark,” the others chanted, “and full of terrors.”

And then the sword took fire.

The Hound retreated half a step totally shocked at the sight of his flaming sword, Sansa for her part was totally astonished.

The Hound charged him, he moved fast enough.

The flaming sword leapt up to meet the cold one, long streamers of fire trailing in its wake like the ribbons the Hound had spoken of. Steel rang on steel. No sooner was his first slash blocked than

Clegane made another, but this time Lord Beric’s shield got in the way, and wood chips flew from the force of the blow. Hard and fast the cuts came, from low and high, from right and left, and each one Dondarrion blocked. Each move Lord Beric made fanned them and made them burn the brighter, until it seemed as though the lightning lord stood within a cage of fire.

Now it was Lord Beric attacking, filling the air with ropes of fire, driving the bigger man back on his heels. Clegane caught one blow high on his shield, and a painted dog lost a head. He countercut, and Dondarrion interposed his own shield and launched a fiery backslash. The outlaw brotherhood shouted on their leader. “He’s yours!” Sansa heard, and “At him! At him! At him!” The Hound parried a cut at his head, grimacing as the heat of the flames beat against his face. He grunted and cursed and reeled away.

Lord Beric gave him no respite. Hard on the big man’s heels he followed, his arm never still. The swords clashed and sprang apart and clashed again, splinters flew from the lightning shield while swirling flames kissed the dogs once, and twice, and thrice. The Hound moved to his right, but Dondarrion blocked him with a quick sidestep and drove him back the other way . . . toward the sullen red blaze of the firepit.

Three steps up and two back, a move to the left that Lord Beric blocked, two more forward and one back, clang and clang, and the big oaken shields took blow after blow after blow. Lord Beric’s flaming sword whirled and slashed. In one wild flurry, the lightning lord took back all the ground the Hound had gained, sending Clegane staggering to the very edge of the firepit once more. The Hound screamed as he felt the fire licking against the back of his thighs. He charged, swinging the heavy sword harder and harder, trying to smash the smaller man down with brute force, to break blade or shield or arm. But the flames of Dondarrion’s parries snapped at his eyes, and when the Hound jerked away from them, his foot went out from under him and he staggered to one knee.

Sansa cried out in terror.

At once Lord Beric closed, his downcut screaming through the air trailing pennons of fire. Panting from exertion, Clegane jerked his shield up over his head just in time, and the cave rang with the loudcrack of splintering oak.

Sandor Clegane had fought his way back to his feet with a reckless counterattack. Not until Lord Beric retreated a pace did the Hound seem to realize that the fire that roared so near his face was his own shield, burning. With a shout of revulsion, he hacked down savagely on the broken oak, completing its destruction. The shield shattered, one piece of it spinning away, still afire, while the other clung stubbornly to his forearm. His efforts to free himself only fanned the flames. His sleeve caught, and now his whole left arm was ablaze. “Finish him!” someone shouted “Guilty!” Arya shouted with the rest. “Guilty, guilty, kill him, guilty!”

Smooth as summer silk, Lord Beric slid close to make an end of the man before him. The Hound gave a rasping scream, raised his sword in both hands and brought it crashing down with all his strength.

The Hound’s cold steel plowed into Lord Beric’s flesh where his shoulder joined his neck and clove him clean down to the breastbone. Sandor Clegane jerked backward, still burning. He ripped the remnants of his shield off and flung them away with a curse, then rolled in the dirt to smother the fire running along his arm.

Lord Beric’s knees folded slowly, as if for prayer. The Hound’s sword was still in him as he toppled face forward.

“Please,” Sandor Clegane rasped, cradling his arm. “I’m burned. Help me. Someone. Help me.” He was crying. “Please.”

Sansa jumped up and made to grab the canteen of one of the men who were watching the fight, but Sansa was stopped by her own sister Arya "What the hell is wrong with you?" she scolded her "You know who he is, don't you? Then why are you going to him?"

"He saved my life, I owe him that," replied Sansa who made to get past her sister, but to no avail.

"He's a murderer, he doesn't deserve your sympathy," she shouted angrily.

“You go to hell, Hound,” she screamed at Sandor Clegane in helpless empty-handed rage. “You just go to hell!”

“He has,” said a voice scarce stronger than a whisper.

When Arya turned, Lord Beric Dondarrion was standing behind her, his bloody hand clutching Thoros by the shoulder.

With Arya's disgust, the Hound was freed: the outlaws had healed Sandor Clegane's burned arm, returned his sword, armor, and horse, the only thing they had taken was his gold.

Arya felt a great and very strong anger at seeing him go, while Sansa a great despair: her only, their only chance of return was fading and she was once again a prisoner along with her sister, who, however, hated her.

"You're such a fool!" railed Arya to her sister's despair.

"Stop it!" implored Sansa with shining eyes.

"Crying for that monster! A murderer! You're crazy." Sansa pulled up her nose "Stop crying, you're pathetic!" continued Arya "That one doesn't care about anything or anyone but his own filthy skin!"

"That's not true." replied Sansa between sobs "He's rough, but…he saved me, he took me with him from King's Landing, he could have abandoned me to my fate, but he didn't, how can you call someone who saves your life a monster? " then Sansa continued her tale by narrating to her sister all that she had experienced, but Arya did not flinch, in fact her features became even harsher and her lips stretched into a straight line laden with reproach toward her older sister.

"You are a fool, Sansa, as well as a liar. First you defended Joffrey and forced me to let Nymeria go, with your words you condemned Mycah to death, and now you are defending that filthy murderer. You are a disgrace to our family!" sentenced Arya with contempt.

Sansa lost control of herself and forgot her manners, she slapped her sister who vehemently attacked her by scratching and beating her, it was that guy, Gendry, who separated the two sisters, someone else looked on in curiosity at that scene.

"What's the matter with you people?" the light-eyed, dark-haired boy intervened, tearing up Arya, who had thrown herself impetuously at her sister.

"My sister is mad, that's the matter," replied Arya furiously.

Sansa breathed heavily, then curled up in a corner and began to cry.

"All she can do is cry," Arya continued, "And lie."

She hated her, she hated her sister.

"Come on, leave her alone. Calm down," Gendry said again and then dragged the little Stark away from Sansa.

Sansa brought her knees to her chest and wept silently.

She wanted him to come back to her, to find a way to keep his promise, but days passed, the Sun rose and set, and he was gone.

Maybe she really was as stupid as her sister said!

"I brought you something to eat," Gendry told her when again the moon was high in the sky.

Sansa's eyes were swollen, hurting, and she was sure she looked decidedly grotesque, but by now the elder Stark did not even pay much attention to her appearance.

"Thank you." said Sansa.

She reached for the small wooden plate from which she picked up a cooked potato and chunks of meat with her hands; she had not eaten these foods for so long that they seemed a real treat to her palate.

"Don't mind Arya." he told her "She's angry, she's seen … so many bad things she'll never forget."

Sansa nodded "I know, I know how she feels. But she can't stand me. She didn't before… she won't now that I've taken the side of the Hound she despises with all her might. Arya and I will never love each other, even trying. We are so young and yet we have so much resentment already toward each other."

Gendry laid a hand on hers gently taking on a sorry expression "I hope you will understand each other and be able to talk peacefully sooner or later." he said to her before walking away from her and leaving her alone.

Sansa remained alone for the next few days, she struggled to sleep and eat, but by now she was getting used to even not eating or sleeping anymore, on the sixth day-when she got up again-every muscle ached, she had to maintain herself. She found in a corner not far from her Arya staring into the fire, she had an angry expression, when she approached her, her little sister looked venomously into her face "Gendry is gone too! Your prayers have been answered. I am alone too. The difference between us is I have lost a friend, you -- a lousy murderer!"

"Where did he go?" asked Sansa.

"The Brotherhood has… sold him." replied Arya, angrily throwing a handful of dust into the fire.

"Why?"

Arya did not answer, "We cannot trust them. They might do the same to us in exchange for a few gold coins! We have to…" Arya looked around before adding "…flee." Sansa looked at her for a long time, "Are you capable of doing that? Or are you going to cry and ask for help?" bounced Arya at her.

Sansa just looked at her sister, there was nothing she could do she had not forgiven her for losing her direwolf, not forgiven her for supporting Joffrey, not forgiven her for being there and doing nothing to prevent her father's death, not forgiven her for supporting the Hound.

Night came and along with it many men went to sleep, but neither Sansa nor Arya slept. They were awake and ready to flee. Arya had a strange light in her eyes, thought Sansa who instead merely stared at the exit in the hope of seeing Sandor Clegane enter it, take the two Starks and flee, but that did not happen. The Hound must have been many leagues away by now!

"Lannister guards a hundred feet from us!" someone shouted, that was the signal the two sisters had been waiting for, the two in the general confusion managed to easily get past the two knights placed to guard the cave. Sansa and Arya fled at breakneck speed into the dark woods, Sansa trudged on, but did not stop. She was suddenly grabbed as she ran, the one who tugged her was strong and had armor that stood out clearly in the moonlight, she kicked and flailed, but when she heard his voice she stopped, "By the Seventh Hells, stop!" Sansa turned around; it was the Hound.

She wanted to hug him, smile at him, but he asked her abruptly, "Where is that little monster?"

"She kept running."

She didn't even stop to check to see where I was….

The Hound left her there saying, "Hide in this bush and don't make a sound, got it?" then ran and ran in the hope of not making too much noise.

The younger Stark was running, she was fast.

Although she was fast, Sandor was more. He caught her from behind by encircling her by the arm and then said in her ear, "Kick all you want, little wolf, it won't do you any good."

Sandor would have liked the little one to be as docile as Sansa, but if Sansa was as gentle as a lamb, Arya was uncontrollable, a veritable wild wolf, he, for their sake, was forced to strike her, and so, having loaded her onto his shoulders and retrieved Sansa, the three of them walked away from the Whispering Wood.

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fandomsbyladymelodrama · 19 days

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I haven't been tagged in this one (yet) but I'm in a major procrastination mood this morning so answering tumblr questions is currently way more appealing than actual writing so let's do this XD

How many works do you have on AO3? 67 1/2 - the 1/2 is because I have a very little Obidala-ish thing which is currently sitting in my files waiting to be published when I find an extra minute (like right now, for instance, except that I'm doing a survey instead oops ;))

What's your total AO3 word count? Ummm...let's just say if I had a dollar for every word of fanfic I've ever written, my bank account would be very, very happy.

What fandoms do you write for? Mostly Game of Thrones. But my full fandoms list has 25 unique fandoms, some major, some minor, and some where the entire tag is owned by me.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Île Aux Ours, Jamais T'oublier, Sunrise on the Jade Sea, La Nuit Venait, The Heir of Riverrun which are all Jorleesi fics except for THOR, which I'm pleasantly surprised to find so high in the rankings (although to be fair there's Jorleesi in that one too :)). And just because I was curious, my top five excluding any Jorleesi content are: New World Symphony (Vicbourne - oh I loved them so, history be damned), Dreams and Dragonglass (Viserys x Alicent from HotD), A Girl, A Drowned Man (ahem, Jaime Lannister x Arya Stark - don't even ask XD), over time and tide and death leaping (Obidala4Ever <3), and Easily onward, thorough flowers and weed (Siegfried x Audrey from the new All Creatures Great & Small - S5 is our season friends, I can feel it)

Do you respond to comments? Yes, all of them (except for the obvious trolls). I heart my readers and have had such good times in the comment section <3 Speaking of which, I'm behind with replies again. Just know my inbox is glaring at me.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Ummm, that's a hard one because I usually reach for the fluff endings with both hands. But I suppose...right now it's got to be my Hunger Games fic, and she gained the willow tree. I mean, it's intensely angsty, even more so than the source material, and may remain that way forever (at least until I update it and fix what I broke lol)

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Almost all of my Jorleesi fics have unabashedly happy endings but I think Île Aux Ours edges out the others just because basically everyone (spoiler alert: except for Viserys, Rhaegar and the Night King) live! And all my ships survive! And House Mormont is flourishing! And the Seven Kingdoms are at peace for once! (at least until I write the sequel ;))

Do you get hate on fics? Only on the Game of Thrones fics, and relatively speaking, very, very rarely. It was slightly more common right at the end of Game of Thrones (people had feelings) but it's almost completely died off in recent years...which is a relief. Because trolls are easily ignored but they don't make anyone's day brighter.

Do you write smut? Again, rarely. But, ya know, sometimes things happen ;)

Do you write crossovers? Yes, but usually it's not what I would consider a true crossover. More me adapting one film/series to the setting/plot/characters of another. The only true crossover I've ever written is, I believe, this one: light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling (where Tom Bombadil and Melisandre of Asshai meet up and make a trade - sometimes writing brains are weird)

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge?

Have you ever had a fic translated? Again, not that I know of? Although I had a reader request permission to translate a couple of my Jorleesi fics into Russian so that may have happened and I just never received a link from them.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Ohhhh, yesssssss. My forever partner-in-Jorleesi-crime is @salzrand <3 9 fics and counting :)

What's your all-time favorite ship? Based on my writing activity over the last 5-6 years, I think there's really only one correct answer here and it's the lobsters. A bear and his dragon-girl. A princess and her steadfast knight. They're perfect, they're dreamy. And forever inspiring. I cannot. But other than Jorleesi, I have to give top billing to Jane/Lisbon, Obi-Wan/Padme, Dickon/Mary, Jean Valjean/Fantine, Christy/Neil, Lexie/Mark because these are ships that have stayed with me for at least a decade or longer and are part of my DNA at this point.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Ugh. Don't talk to me about unfinished fics. They judge me with their Chapter 1/? eyes. They glare at me disapprovingly each time I log into AO3. And I know that there are a few that have been waiting on an update for a long, long time (and some of you have probably given up hope that I'll ever return to them), but never say never...at least until I'm dead XD

What are your writing strengths? I think I have a flair for writing scenery and believable multi-generational family dynamics. I also think I'm fairly good at fixing canon disappointments with some fun and unique twists (it's the soap opera training, I swear XD). I try to keep dialogue very natural, characterization at least partly canon-based and do a lot of research for my fics on time-period details, with mostly successful results...lol well, that's the hope anyway. And I think another strength that has made me successful in writing age-gap ships especially is that I can write character relationships in a way that might go beyond the whole attraction thing and touch on deeper connections (or something).

What are your writing weaknesses? Endings. Aren't they everyone's? Titles. And my pacing can be off sometimes. I think I get away with it in fic-writing for the most part but I have a few fics that aren't as "tight" as they could be. There are a few words/phrases that I rely on too much. And I'm sure I have a bunch of others that I'm unaware of.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I haven't done this much and I really don't venture outside French if I try it. I rely on friends who are native speakers to make sure I'm not saying anything off the wall.

First fandom you wrote for? Titanic 😍 I had to save Thomas Andrews. He looked so sad and despairing winding that clock at the end. I should have probably saved Leo too but let's just assume in my version, Kate scooched over let him share the door XD

Favorite fic you've written? Impossible to choose. I love them all. Okay, okay, Sunrise on the Jade Sea. But only because you're forcing me to answer <3

Tagging: @clarasimone @gettingovergreta @toas-tea @bridgr6 @crushermyheart @heatherfield <3 Or be like me and tag yourself ;)

#fic writing #tumblr survey #game of thrones #acgas 2020 #jorleesi #obidala #obi-wan x padme #siegfried x audrey #vicbourne #all my ships #i need to make a proper list at some point #tag games #procrastination #it's my middle name #okay actual writing time #but this was fun #<3

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OC Personality Quiz

Tagged by @ouroboros-hideout and @ronqueesha tagged me to do this personality quiz for my OC (and ofc I used Val).

Curated Top 10 (Based on media I know)

John Connor (Terminator 2: Judgement Day): 83%

Kaylee Frye (Firefly + Serenity): 82%

Naomi Nagata (The Expanse): 82%

Hoban Washburne (Firefly + Serenity): 80%

Fox Mulder (The X-Files): 80%

Basher Tarr (Ocean's 11): 80%

Stitch (Lilo & Stitch): 80%

Ed (Cowboy Bebop): 79%

Marty McFly (Back to the Future): 79%

Jyn Erso (Rogue One): 79%

Some other results that made me happy:

50. Luke Skywalker (Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope): 77% 51. Sharon 'Boomer' Valerii (Battlestar Galactica): 77% 52. Marion Ravenwood (Raiders of the Lost Ark): 77% 78. Arya Stark (Game of Thrones): 75% 102. Malcolm Reynolds (Firefly + Serenity): 74% 103. Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games): 74% 104. Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace (Battlestar Galactica): 74% 106. Willow Rosenberg (Buffy the Vampire Slayer): 74%

And coming in under 200...

197. Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice): 71%

Val's "real" Top 10 and tags after the cut...

Actual Top 10

Frenchie (The Boys): 86%

Caleb Rivers (Pretty Little Liars): 84%

John Connor (Terminator 2: Judgement Day): 83%

Kaylee Frye (Firefly + Serenity): 82%

Naomi Nagata (The Expanse): 82%

Suzuha Amane (Steins;Gate): 82%

Darlene (Mr. Robot): 81%

Kim Ki-woo (Parasite): 81%

Tris Prior (Divergent): 81%

Powder (Arcane): 81%

Not sure who's done this so tagging with the usual no pressure/sorry if you were already tagged: @awwwokay @chevvy-yates @gloryride @jackiemychoom @luvwich @nncc77 @valsilverhand @thelonestrider

#tag game #valerie vermilion #val things #i answered with sk!val in mind but only had a pic of corpo on my laptop 😅

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Are there any characters you imagine Arya meeting/befriending in the future? Personally, I can see her liking some of the Northern girls around her age or maybe Sarella Sand.

I would see her getting along well with Wylla Manderly and Alys Karstark.

But I would especially like to see her interact with Lyanna Mormont who is just a year younger. Because the two have similarities, but have lived two very different lives.

I doubt they will ever meet but it would be nice to see her deal with Elia Sand. I want her to introduce her to Nymeria (the wolf).

Than, I wouldn't call it friendship, but I would like Arya and Jeyne Poole to interact at least once on the same level and have a mature conversation about the past, the trauma and the identity stuff.

It would be cool if she could meet Sam again.

Dany has a lot of potential.

We haven't seen the end of Hot Pie. Mark my words!

But my favourite now is Willow Heddle. Maybe her and Arya will end up disliking each other because they're basically the same person. But I prefer the version in my head in which they become super best friends forever.

#arya stark #lyanna mormont #elia sand #nymeria #jeyne poole #samwell tarly #arya x willow #good night

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I am just here begging for fic recs.

specifically under appreciated game of thrones and Harry Potter. It’s so difficulty to find truly great ones. I am stuck looking through collections.

Get a good dose of rare pair of Doran Martell/Blaise Zabini with Better to bind your brow with willow (--And follow, follow until you die,) by llamallamaduck

Although this is technically a Harry Potter reborn as a Targaryen, this ain't your typical Targaryen story as this Harry Potter considers her (yes, female Harry Potter) real father to be Jaime Lannister. Carpe Diem (Aut Mori) by Ravenclaw_Peredhel

Have you ever read a reluctantly soft and protective Uncle Voldemort? No? Time for you to read Dress Down by slex (slexenskee)

Lord Mortis The Accident by BlueLaceAgate is pretty much a story of chicken aka Harry Potter accidentally fools the world into thinking that his alter ego is this very Important and Powerful Dark Wizard and now he's committed to sticking to his act with the help of the Golden Trio.

I should warn you that this is Arya Stark X Tywin Lannister, but Arya is aged up so it's not so fishy and this slow burn just somehow makes it work. Plus the quality of writing!!! From Harrenhal, With Love by Sleepless_Malice

the sun and the lion by Space_Samurai Karma is great. This is just what the tin says: "Queen Elia Martell finds solace in a young knight after her husband brings Lyanna Stark and their son to court."

From Where Blessings Flow by Failed_to_Deanon Rare pair (Robert Baratheon/Elia Martell) + even better writing = what more can you ask for?

But honestly, you should just look through Failed_to_Deanon's entire catalogue of works. Like Realignment by Failed_to_Deanon where just crowned Robert Baratheon marries newly widowed Elia (whose husband Roberty personally killed) and still has Elia's Targaryen son remain crown prince. Why? Because Robert wants to be Rhaegar's opposite in every way... which also means being a good husband to Elia, a good father, and most certainly not someone who schemes for the throne. Plus he's also erasing every hint of Rhaegar from memory - Rhaegar's children are going to remember Robert as the better parent, the public is going to remember Robert as the better ruler, and so forth. I really can't recommend this author enough!

#harry potter #game of thrones #reading recs #book recs #rarepears recs #ask #ao3

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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 11 months

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Bellona’s videos masterlist - TV series - part 1 (full)

The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power

“And in an instant I knew… that I’d grow old with you, Marigold”

Elendil’s name meaning

Elendil and Galadriel go to the Hall of Lore

The Harfoots prepare for the migration

The Alfrin seeds

A plea to the stone / Elrond and Durin discuss their fathers

Elrond meets Disa… and stays for dinner

Galadriel’s childhood in Valinor

*****

Hawkeye

Kate helps Clint on the phone

*****

Willow

The Bone Reavers celebrate Jade’s return

“And this time… don’t you dare hold back.”

*****

Prison Break

Sara comforts Lincoln on the eve of his execution

Lincoln prepares for his execution - part one

Lincoln prepares for his execution - part two

Lincoln prepares for his execution - part three

*****

Doctor Who

“Really, Doctor, tell me, who are you?”

“There is me.”

Bill Potts meets the Doctor

The Doctor’s lecture

Bill enters the TARDIS

John Bishop as Dan Lewis

Tecteun and the Timeless Child

*****

Crossing Lines

The team celebrates Tommy’s birthday

*****

Twin Peaks

The discovery of the body of Laura Palmer

Agent Dale Cooper arrives in town and meets Sheriff Truman

The Black Lodge and Denise Bryson

The Log Lady phones Hawk - part one

The Log Lady phones Hawk - part two

Agent Cooper prepares to leave Twin Peaks… and then he doesn’t

Michael Cera as Wally Brando

Gordon Cole speaks to Denise Bryson

*****

Our Flag Means Death

Stede and Ed’s first meeting

*****

The Sandman

Dream battles Lucifer

*****

What We Do in the Shadows

The Night Market

The Temple of the Blood-Devourers

The Staten Island Lycanthrope-Vampire Agreement of 1993

Dave Bautista as Garrett… the Vampire

Nandor, Laszlo and Nadja face the Vampiric Council - part one

Nandor, Laszlo and Nadja face the Vampiric Council - part two

*****

Fleabag

Fleabag and the Priest sleep together

*****

John Doe

“Did I mention that I know… everything?”

*****

Camelot

Gawain is recuited in Camelot’s army - part one

Gawain is recuited in Camelot’s army - part two

Merlin’s magic

Arthur is crowned King of Britain

Arthur marries Guinevere and Leontes

Gawain trains the King’s men

*****

Big Wolf on Campus

Tommy and Merton discuss The Lost Boys

*****

Almost Human

Kennex meets Dorian

*****

Lost

Jin visits his father

Sun meets Jin’s father

Sayid meets Danielle Rousseau - part one

Sayid meets Danielle Rousseau - part two

Sayid meets Danielle Rousseau - part three

Hurley meets Danielle Rousseau

*****

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Zemo escapes from the Raft

Sam and Bucky’s “couple therapy” with dr. Raynor

Bucky brings Sam to meet Isaiah Bradley

Isaiah Bradley’s story

Sam, Bucky and Zemo on the plane

Isaiah’s story at the Smithsonian

Bucky and Zemo make amends (… sort of)

*****

Call the Midwife

Sister Evangelina’s Jubilee

The train accident

The aftermath of the train accident - part one

The aftermath of the train accident - part two

The aftermath of the train accident - part three

The aftermath of the train accident - part four

*****

Sense8

What’s Up? by 4 Non Blondes

The wedding of Amanita and Nomi

*****

Downton Abbey

Edith and Bertie make peace

The wedding of Edith and Bertie

The arrival of baby Bates

*****

The X-Files

Mulder and Scully discuss the Power of faith

Mulder and Scully visit The Lone Gunmen (and Deep Throat) at Arlington Cemetery

*****

Game of Thrones

Arya trains with Syrio Forel

Tyrion and the Night Watch

Robb Stark is declared the King in the North

Jon Snow is declared the King in the North

Brienne tells Podrick the story of how she met Renly

Sam Tarly and Gilly arrive at Horn Hill

Benjen Stark saves Bran and Meera

*****

Moon Knight

Marc and Steven meet Tawaret

*****

The Alienist

“A toast. To the beginning of a fruitful partnership“

*****

Midnight, Texas

Manfred meets Creek and Lemuel

The Rev arrives in Midnight

Olivia and Lemuel get married

*****

Pushing Daisies

The story of young Ned

*****

12 monkeys

Jennifer’s plan to recover The Word of the Witness

*****

Fringe

Olivia meets Nina Sharp

“The truth is… we’re obsolete”

Charlie visits Olivia in the hospital

Mona Foster “Bug Girl”

The Sam Weiss cut - part one

The Sam Weiss cut - part two

The Sam Weiss cut - part three

The Sam Weiss cut - part four

The Sam Weiss cut - part five

The Sam Weiss cut - part six

*****

Bellona's masterlist

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amongthevipers · 16 days

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HAPPY BYRON DAY!! (3/???)

featuring . . . katerina baratheon & arya stark / @devilsnare

mutuals may interact, byron may reblog

#we do not acknowledge the quality of the willow caps #*[ BARATHEON K : DYN x arya stark / devilsnare ]#*[ BARATHEON K : VISAGE x imogen waterhouse ]#character : katerina baratheon #*[ EDITS AND GRAPHICS ] . . . do not steal

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thestagthatlovedthewolf · 6 years

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Arya grew up sheltered in the Ark with her four siblings, so when she comes down to Earth she's ready to discover a new world, and she ends up finding a new best friend, Gendry.

Fill for Arya and Gendry Week 2018

Arya is chosen to fight for her people, and now she has to say goodbye - more Arya centric, with family feels, Jon feels, Gendry feels, Brynden feels, and then Willow feels, and maybe some Lommy feels...

Also today I do not bring you the day’s prompt, since “Bad Pick-up Lines” is the prompt I wrote nothing for, so today, we’re going to days back to “It’s a Sign”, because I needed the prompt to come after “Eavesdropper” :D

(This one also brings you Kabby/Ashara&Elia feelings again - because I can’t help myself - also honest The 100 question/discussion like who would have fought in the Conclave if Octavia hadn’t shown up?)

But really all of you, ENJOY!!! And I hope you Gendrya fans are all enjoying this AWESOME week!!!

Also at FFN :)

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istumpysk · 2 years

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ASOS: Arya II (Chapter 13)

She was grubbing for vegetables in a dead man's garden when she heard the singing.

First line.

<- Tyrion II

+.+.+

"Off to Gulltown to see the fair maid, heigh-ho, heigh-ho . . ."

[...]

"I'll steal a sweet kiss with the point of my blade, heigh-ho, heigh-ho." She thought she heard a woodharp too, beneath the soft rush of the river.

[...]

"I'll make her my love and we'll rest in the shade, heigh-ho, heigh-ho."

I'd like to think I'm not someone who believes every song somehow relates back to Sansa, but come on.

The harp ensures I'll also be associating this with another Stark maiden.

+.+.+

You old gods, she prayed as the singer's voice grew louder, you tree gods, hide me, and make him go past. Then a horse whickered, and the song broke off suddenly.

Old Gods competing with the Seven for most apathetic.

+.+.+

"Aye," replied a second voice, deeper. "What do you think it might be, Archer?"

Two, then. Arya bit her lip. She could not see them from where she knelt, on account of the willow. But she could hear.

"A bear." A third voice, or the first one again?

"A lot of meat on a bear," the deep voice said.

I swear to god it feels like a bear has been mentioned in every single chapter since Chett opened the story hunting one. Why?

+.+.+

"Boy," he said, "put up that sword now, unless you're wanting to be hurt. It's too big for you, lad, and besides, Anguy here could put three shafts through you before you could hope to reach us."

"He could not," Arya said, "and I'm a girl."

Three!

+.+.+

"Don't call me little one!"

"Why not?" said Lem. "You're little enough."

"I'm bigger than I was. I'm not a child." Children didn't kill people, and she had.

That's not a flex, Arya.

+.+.+

The archer's hand moved quicker than Arya would have believed. His shaft went hissing past her head within an inch of her ear and buried itself in the trunk of the willow behind her. By then the bowman had a second arrow notched and drawn. She'd thought she understood what Syrio meant by quick as a snake and smooth as summer silk, but now she knew she hadn't. The arrow thrummed behind her like a bee. "You missed," she said.

"More fool you if you think so," said Anguy. "They go where I send them."

[...]

We have no chance, Arya realized, wishing she had a bow like his, and the skill to use it.

Same.

+.+.+

"Singing is stupid," said Arya. "Singing makes noise. We heard you a long way off. We could have killed you."

Arya, don't disrespect vocal music.

+.+.+

Hot Pie shifted his seat. "I know the song about the bear," he said. "Some of it, anyhow."

Tom ran his fingers down his strings. "Then let's hear it, pie boy." He threw back his head and sang, "A bear there was, a bear, a bear! All black and brown, and covered with hair . . ."

Bear!

+.+.+

The inn even had its own dock, thrusting out into the river, and . . .

"Gendry," she called, her voice low and urgent. "They have a boat. We could sail the rest of the way up to Riverrun. It would be faster than riding, I think."

Okay, I understand the current timeline. Arya is arriving at The Inn of the Kneeling Man after Brienne and Jaime left, meaning that girl on the horse from Jaime's first chapter couldn't have been Arya. My bad.

+.+.+

He looked dubious. "Did you ever sail a boat?"

"You put up the sail," she said, "and the wind pushes it."

"What if the wind is blowing the wrong way?"

"Then there's oars to row."

+.+.+

The painted sign above the door showed a picture of some old king on his knees.

Arya, don't fall asleep during history.

+.+.+

Her sword was still in its sheath across her back, and she kept a hand close to the hilt of the dagger she had stolen from Roose Bolton, in case she didn't like whatever they found within.

I knew they were outlaws, Arya thought, listening. Her hand went under the table to touch the hilt of her dagger, and make sure it was still there.

Go ahead, keep mentioning a dagger.

He touched the hilt of the fine long Lysene dirk that the captain had given him. - Davos II, ASOS

Oh look, same language.

Read Davos II -> Jaime II -> Tyrion II, if you'd like to know why this is important.

+.+.+

You'll eat rabbit, or you won't eat. Roast rabbit on a spit would be quickest, if you've got a hunger. Or might be you'd like it stewed, with ale and onions."

Arya could almost taste the rabbit.

Arya the rabbit eater.

+.+.+

I told you twice, the old woman was up to Lambswold helping that Fern birth her babe. And like as not it was one o' you planted the bastard in the poor girl's belly." He gave Tom a sour look. "You, I'd wager, with that harp o' yours, singing all them sad songs just to get poor Fern out of her smallclothes."

"If a song makes a maid want to slip off her clothes and feel the good warm sun kiss her skin, why, is that the singer's fault?" asked Tom.

One point to the side that believes Jon is a Targaryen bastard.

I forget the score.

+.+.+

Arya remembered the shaft that had brushed by her ear. She wished she knew how to shoot arrows.

Same.

Why do you keep thinking this?

+.+.+

"I could," said Hot Pie. "It's easy. You kneaded the dough too much, that's why it's so hard to chew." He took another sip of ale, and began talking lovingly of breads and pies and tarts, all the things he loved. Arya rolled her eyes.

Arya, don't hate on the culinary arts.

+.+.+

Again! Arya thought. It's happening again, like it happened in the village, with Chiswyck and Raff and the Mountain That Rides. They were going to steal her sword and turn her back into a mouse.

No, rat!

+.+.+

Harwin's eyes went from her face to the flayed man on her doublet. "How do you know me?" he said, frowning suspiciously. "The flayed man . . . who are you, some serving boy to Lord Leech?"

For a moment she did not know how to answer. She'd had so many names. Had she only dreamed Arya Stark? "I'm a girl," she sniffed. "I was Lord Bolton's cupbearer but he was going to leave me for the goat, so I ran off with Gendry and Hot Pie. You have to know me! You used to lead my pony, when I was little."

His eyes went wide, "Gods be good," he said in a choked voice. "Arya Underfoot? Lem, let go of her."

"She broke my nose." Lem dumped her unceremoniously to the floor. "Who in seven hells is she supposed to be?"

"The Hand's daughter." Harwin went to one knee before her. "Arya Stark, of Winterfell."

Enjoy this 5 minutes of optimism.

Final thoughts:

Arya hates everything George loves. Tee-hee.

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#operation stumpy re-read #asos #arya ii

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