arya stark is that of an old tale, now. she is gone. what remains: a boy, named arry. not worthy of anything, not worth a minute of time. yet, a man is observant of cut hair and deepened voice; how these wash away once revealed. cheeks are drained of warmth as the scraps of bread and butter eaten hours ago decay in small stomach. staring upward to the man in silver, glaring. . . almost angry. he speaks with a strange sensation on his face, it looks like he’s enjoying the purge of arya’s list as it unfolds in front of him. “ is a girl worth a second chance? ” spoken by jaqen h’ghar, @facelos. ❛❛ [ pleading, brows begin to furrow, daunting the idea of what could go wrong. ] please, just let me say another name. it was a mistake, [ almost 10 seconds pass. she sees nothing is working, but hopefully this will. ] i take it back! ❜❜
