Arya did not speak, but her eyes screamed pleas, sadness, and—
Gendry knew that look. The day he didn’t would be the day he lost sight. This was the very face that told him he had won their little games of stubbornness, yet that didn’t mean she’d forgotten about the only leverage she will always have against him.
Damn her big, stormy eyes, his most definite weakness and worst foe.
“Are you seriously using puppy dog eyes on me, Arya Stark?” He asked, not bothering to hide the amusement that laced his voice, accompanied by intended incredulity.
Arya only tore her gaze away from him, though slowly, before settling somewhere on the floor. Her face remained the same though, and Gendry could now feel the telltale crumbling of his resolve.
With every remaining strength that he had, he scoffed, “Unbelievable.”
His girlfriend mumbled something under her breath, something that oddly sounded like heat badger.
“You need to speak up if you’ve got something to say to me, love.”
“Love, my ass.” Arya glared at him briefly before returning to her moping. Gendry grinned.
“Yes, I am quite enamoured with your lovely ass, but that doesn’t mean you can just—“
Whoever dubbed that word as magic was either a genius or a fool who was wrapped around someone’s thumb.
Gendry, after a lengthy internal debate with himself, finally hit mute on his phone before placing it screen-first on the side table on his left.
“That was Lommy, by the way.” He told the girl who was comfortably snuggled up to his right. Despite his tone, his arm remained wrapped around her, hand on her lap.
Arya simply hummed, her eyes glued to the ridiculous romantic comedy that was playing on the screen of their TV, the one that she had been buggering him to watch with instead of attending Lommy’s monthly “supet important, friends only” parties. Gendry partly blamed Sansa for Arya’s sudden interest in these types of films.
A guy with long, unruly hair started singing while sliding down what seemed to be a flag pole. Gendry groaned.
“Don’t worry. I’ll deal with him tomorrow.”
“You had better.” He tried to feign annoyance, but Arya had reached up to plant a quick peck on his jaw before burrowing further into his body with a satisfied sigh.
Not for the first time, Gendry “bull-headed” Waters wondered how in the Sevens a short, feisty young woman somehow managed to take him by the horns with only her grey eyes.
Slender fingers lightly, unconsciously tapped on his chest, right where his beating heart was.
Yeah, that one is to blame as well.
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