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{ text: little sister } He invited a girl over and he said he thinks the grumpy faces I always pull will ruin the mood. So I’ve been kicked out.
{ text: big brother } Well, that's just plain rude. You should now reserve the right to kick him out any time you have Ygritte over just because he's a loser. A big loser.
[ text: little sister ] Robb’s an idiot.
{ text: big brother } What did he do?
The Rains of Castamere | Erutan
"Who are you?", the proud lord said, "That I must bow so low?" "Only a cat of a different coat; That’s all the truth I know.” "In a coat of gold or a coat of red, A lion still has claws, And mine are long and sharp, my lord, As long and sharp as yours…”
ultimate otp/brotp challenge [1/3] ‘Needs to happen asap’ ships: Gendry/Arya ∟» “The only thing that mattered was that they had Gendry.”
will i ever stop crying over jon and arya?
probs not
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Knock knock. "Jon, open up the door!"
{ i have been ｂｒｏｋｅｎ; more times than i dare to coυɴт. but i ＦＩＸ myself, & i get on with the job. }
Well, I’ve been gone for a while, and some new threads would be super awesome, so like this post for a starter, maybe?
A gaze composed of grey observing he;
and oh, how c u r i o u s indeed, for absent lay normally plain signs of loathing within. A hint perchance, yet naught of what so oft lurked within her own kin’s gaze. He was a Lannister, the K I N G S L A Y E R — - Yet the girl, all too curious lay. ❝ – Should you not be in the presence of your septa, my lady? Your father would likely fear for your safety, should he be made aware of your a b s e n c e . ❞
A startle befell the girl as the man began to speak to her. She had not expected him to even bother with her.
"My Septa said that I could come take a small walk, while she and Sansa break their fast. I've already finished, Ser."
Grey eyes never left the man before her as the false words tumbled from her lips.
Shout out to the rp partners that you don’t reply to for 2 weeks that still have the patience to continue said rp with you.
Well, I've been gone for a while, and some new threads would be super awesome, so like this post for a starter, maybe?
Her amazement was music to her ears, and Daenrys found herself grinning. Sometimes, it amazed even herself. Her dragons were her pride and joy, and she was thankful every day for being born one of them. Girls like Arya were the ones she meant to protect. The way she looked at her now made her swell with pride.
"His name is Drogon. He is the largest of his brothers." He was covered from head to toe in dark, shining scales, and after she had finished speaking, it let out a monstrous roar, and took off into the air, if only to start circling the garden from a lower height. "I have three. Once they are fully grown, I can cross the Narrow Sea."
Arya looked at Dany, her wonder still showing as she listened to her speak of the dragons. She was still in disbelief that she had seen a dragon. It must have been a dream of some sort. As Drogon roared and took to the hair, Arya couldn't help but flinch slightly, the sound taking her off guard.
Her attention turned back to Danaerys as the dragon had gone. "There's no way anyone could defeat you when you've got these dragons." Arya said, making an obvious point, "I hope you're able to take the throne. You'd be a much better ruler than those there now." All of this talk of taking the throne made Arya glad; The sooner the Lannisters were off the throne, the better.
”There’s nothing at home for us!” Sansa turned around and shouted at her sister once she reached her chambers. “The Capitol is where we need to be. I’ll marry the prince and we will eventually be King and you will find some suitable Lord to marry once you are old enough.” She tried explaining in a calmer voice, though she barely managed that. Arya always seemed to bring out the worst in her.
”You won’t meet anyone at home. You should be grateful for this opportunity, instead you waste it chasing cats and getting all filthy. No one will want to marry you if you act that way.”
A scowl formed on Arya's face involuntarily, and she soon found herself narrowing her eyes at her sister. She was so blinded by all the disgusting prettiness of King's Landing that she didn't see how terribly they fit in there. They were meant to be in Winterfell! And all of this talk of find a suitable Lord for her to marry.. She didn't want to marry anyone, let alone a stupid Lord.
"I'm not wasting my time!" Arya exclaimed angrily, "And I don't care if no one wants to marry me. I don't want to marry some stupid Lord anyway." Marrying a noble Lord (or Prince, as it was) and having adorable little babies might have been what was right for Sansa, but it wasn't right for Arya. That just wasn't her.
Cersei nodded along with the girl’s account, mind whirring. Who would have thought small, dainty Sansa Stark capable of bossiness? So far, Cersei had only seen her in the most deferential of moods; perhaps that would change in the future, and if it did, she feared for the girl. King’s Landing was filled to the brim with people who did not relish being told what to do or when to do it, and the Keep most of all.
Arya, though - there was a girl Cersei could see stepping out of her place. Some would argue she already had. But there was something Cersei enjoyed about Arya Stark, wild as she was; her insights were unbiased, and her conversation refreshing. Perhaps it was how similar she’d been, or yearned to be, in her own girlhood - a lion cub where Arya was a wolf pup.
"No, you truly don’t - I can tell," Cersei said, a smile in her tone if not on her face. "It must be very irritating, being told what to do by someone not your superior."
Arya wrinkled her nose slightly as she thought about it. Sansa telling her what to do was one of the thinks she hated more than anything. Sansa seemed to mind everything Arya did. Even more so than their own mother, or anyone else did. She just wished she would stop caring so much what she did.
Even the Queen didn't seem to mind most of the things Arya did. Though the Queen was also hard for Arya to read, so she could never be sure. The smiles and nearly kind tones she used could be just for show . Though a simple conversation about how she found her sibling annoying could not hurt anything -- could it?
"It is very irritating," Arya confided, "She thinks she's always right about everything, and that I'm always wrong." She found herself scowling at the thought, "We didn't used to argue all the time, but now that's all we do. I always liked playing with my brothers more than her, but they aren't here."
Game of Thrones season 1: 35/50
"This must be your son. He has your looks."
"I’m a girl!"
so i kind of went on a small hiatus after school started?? but i'm going to TRY to get my replies done this weekend. i am so sorry to everyone i've made wait for replies!
