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(INDEPENDENT multi muse roleplayer, multiship and multiverse. Indie rp. Will rp with any fandom. mun...
I moved Arya to my Multi Muse account. Feel free to follow me on there and have some threads with me. The tag I have for Arya on here I move to there as well, so that stays the same. I hope to see you all on my other blog.
Should I come back or not. Decisions, decisions.
he feels a small warmth in her embraces, yet finds himself unable to move still. The cold is a cruel mistress, gripping it him resiliently—— she persists, beckoning him to his grave. “But you’re here.” He whispers, head resting upon the other’s shoulder, hand finding hers, holding to it tightly. “How did you— escape?”
“That’s kind of a long story.” The girl said as she saw a cave where they could hideout for as long as it’s needed. So she just took his arms and just carried him half to the cave. Once they arrive there she let his arms go as she started to make a fire. “I’ve been through a lot to finally get her actually. ”
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Arya was almost home as she saw Winterfell already. Looking at her home which seems like a ravage at at his point of few and that there was a battle here. Tilting her head to a side as she walked further once arriving at the gate, the youngest Stark girl was looking around. When guards walked up to her. “Just let me through, I live her. My name is Arya Stark, let me in. “ But they didn’t believed her as she sighed.
“We can’t choose your family.” She replied with a nice smile. “Who knows, maybe you got a new friend.”Gwen said looking at the girl. “So… Are you going back home?” She asked curious.
“I don’t know what I am doing to do. At first I wanted to go home. But I have doubts.” Arya said which was true, she does have doubts if it was handy to go home. She has changed so has her siblings probably.
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“It was so real! I swear! He/she was here!”
“What are you talking about? Who was here?” Arya frowned as she was looking at her sister.She wants to protect her siblings if it’s needed but it seems like her sister is seeing things.
alone was true in more ways than one. A journey that had started with a group left only one: Bran. Yet even he was not the person he once was. “——yes.” The reply was weak; barely even a whisper, yet still the boy found it within himself to smile slightly, the touch of the other somewhat warm against his icy skin.
“I thought you were dead.”
Gosh her brother was ice cold. She needed to bring him somewhere warm, but she has no idea, where she can bring her brother. She can try to warm him a bit up, not sure how though. While she was sitting on her knees she was hugging her brother tightly. Arya was never a hugger but she just want to her brother to warm up.
“I assume a lot of people thought that or still thinking that.”
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I am willing to rewrite threads. Want to make our muses kiss for the first time but we’ve been there done that? Let’s do it again. Want to make your muse say this to my muse, but we’ve already been down that route? Do it again. I don’t care if we completely follow the same plot as before or we change bits and pieces of it. I really just enjoy writing with you!
The boy was friezing to dead at least it seemed like that. It had been a while yes that they saw each other for the last time. So it was no shame if her brother didn’t recognize her anymore. She doesn’t blame him for that. She feels sorry for him, the Stark girl need to do something. Maybe she can stay with her brother to just help/protect him.
“Yes, it’s me.”
Time to stroke some hair out of his face so he can see properly. Now she’s just a worried older sister, over her brother. “Are you here all alone?”
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B R E A T H I N G heavily, face down in the snow, the boy wondered how far he was from death—— how much further he could drag himself through. His hands had blackened, fingers useless as frostbite set in, robbing him of his bodily use a degree more than yesterday.
The voice was a MERCY. The tone of someone on guard— someone that might to him a duty; someone that might finally allow him the sweet sanctity of death.
“I am here—— I am here.”
That VOICE the girl recognizes the voice. Looking around once she walking to the direction were the voice came from. Looking down as Arya lowered Needle to see her little brother laying there in the snow and not being that little anymore. He outgrew her.
Looking around as she put Needle away as she then sat down on her knees to see if it was really her brother laying there and it was.
“Bran. Are you okay?”
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