wolfsouled .
hands are matted with the remains of dirt && blood . familiar red accompanying the haunting memory that t’was that ripped the plasma from the opposers body . but he could find no remorse in cutting down those that would see his people harmed , his family . there was enough reason to fight in that alone .
❛ Make sure they’re cleaned right . a rusted blade is of no use to us . ❜
orders barked out in the stern KING VOICE he wore in the presence of his men . he called it that because it made him feel almost normal when he wasn’t using it . but not enough to make him forget his duties . or why he was doing both . a voice in his head a constant reminder that his sisters were out there . running towards him in rags && mussed up hair . it took him a moment to recognize the face under the weathered grime , but t’was her no doubt . arms opening to greet her with impatient longing .
❛ ARYA ?! ❜
and then she’s in his arms at last , her face pressed to his shoulder and her own boney arms thrown ‘round his neck . there are tears on her cheeks , flooding past her lashes and turning her face red and splotchy and setting her nose to running . robb , it was robb . and he was holding her like he had done when she was young , despite the hair and the dirt.
she tries to speak , but can’t seem to find the words. can’t seem to tell him all she’s done , all that’s happened to her . and so she just holds him tighter , her arms like a vice , unwilling to let anyone steal her away again . this was how it felt to be safe , to be held in the arms of someone who loved you and would never hurt you , a feeling she had almost forgotten .
❝ it’s me . i swear it’s me ! syrio helped me escape , but they killed him . and then yoren was going to take to to you , but the killed him , too . and then the brotherhood without banners , but i managed to escape and i found my way here on my own . it’s me , robb ! it’s me , arya ! ❞
