it is a wild DEFIANCE in her that urges the child to r e t a l i a t e – to GLARE upward towards her bastard brother ( && had it been anyone else, it may truly have been a look of rage ) in a near betrayal.. clumsy things, dresses were, despite some of them were so pretty. .. sansa’s were, arya reminded herself, and she made them by hand – all of her stitches were so ugly, and she KNEW septa mordane found the utmost joy in striking the backs of her hands for them.
a great SIGH–! for defeat is eminent, she knows he’s right – ❛ I WISH YOU COULD COME and sit with us, jon–? i reckon it’ll be less HORRIBLE with you there, plus i’m sitting right across from SANSA – i’m getting real good at slingshots, maybe i can get her with a pea right in her NOSE in front of the prince–! ❜
THE FLASH OF betrayal that dances across her eyes ( grey like his own ) is enough to make his heart sink, but he swallowed down that guilt, knowing it did nothing but w i d e n the rift that their HIS blood had already put between them, so INSTEAD he simply smiled, ruffling her hair.
❝ well, I for one, am GLAD I won’t be sittin’ up there, having to talk fancy for the king && queen ❞, he assured && for once he actually meant it. ❝ but here’s a little somethin’ to consider . . . ❞, he dropped his voice just a bit lower. ❝ if ya do it real fast, I bet ya can get a pea in E A C H nostril before she even realises ❞
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