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“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
the burning spider | m | gendrya
The Starks are one of the most powerful gangs in the North and slowly growing in influence under the leadership of Robb Stark.
As the youngest sister of the notorious Robb Stark, there are many things expected of Arya Stark. When it slowly becomes common knowledge that she's in a relationship with his former best friend, Gendry Waters, she has a decision to make between her heart and the blood it pumps.
His back looks cold as it faces her.
The world is silent around them. Nothing but the bubble of their affections remain in the room. He sleeps quietly as well, much like he is when he’s awake.
There’s a sharp dissonance between the man who greeted her warmly with a kiss and a smile, to the one who sleeps so far away from her now.
In his defence, he’s not likely aware of the fact that he’s dreaming of worlds away from this one.
She knows him, her family knows him, the bastard bull , she knows better than this. But her heart can’t help itself, not when it comes to him and his blue eyes.
Arya wants nothing more than to move closer under the covers of his bed and hold him from behind, no matter how big he is compared to her size. But that’s something she can’t explain away.
Her sister is just as scheming as she is, she’ll notice if Arya goes missing for a whole night. At least her brothers have sense enough to be clueless in the pursuits of being a woman.
He would hate her in the morning, he won’t say it to her, he’ll brush it off. Arya however always knows that it gets to him when she slips away in the night. Like a cat in the dark, he’ll tell her.
Arya gets back into her dress and makes sure she doesn’t leave anything behind. She takes steady steps so as not to make noise on the creaky wooden floorboards. With her makeup retouched and her boots back in, she bundles herself in her coat.
Rather proud of how soundless she is, Arya doesn’t forget the most important part of leaving– she leans down on the bed and presses a kiss on his cheek.
He’s far too deep a sleeper to notice it. His thick black brows relax, his body feels her, but his mind is far away.
She slips away, hiding behind her coat and hat. She shields herself from the night downpour that splatters the cobblestoned road and hits her tights.
