ARYAS, COME TO ME
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ARYAS, COME TO ME
◤And a Wolf Appears ࿓◢
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As Jaqen H'ghar enters the part-weirwood, part-ebony doors of the temple, he bows to the many statues that emerge above the ten foot pool before him. From the left he can hear the distinct clattering of dishes and promptly walks into the dining hall to join his fellow brothers and acolytes for the evening communion.
Twas a long feat through Westeros for the Lorathi, as it took three fortnights to finish his given duty; and he is neither relieved nor aggravated to return to the House of Black and White.
He takes a seat at the table after granting a nod to the Kindly Man and drinks from a goblet filled with sweet wine ( a taste he certainly missed while away from the Free Cities ). Soon afterward he leans back in the chair, surveys his surroundings a habit of all Faceless Men and spots a lovely girl who is all too familiar.
Bronze eyes meet grey across the table and trained muscles remain still in the midst of internal confusion. An acolyte? The Stark actually used his coin. A sharp girl, indeed.
Chilled metal lip of a goblet meets thin lips and a subtle nod is bestowed to the small frame opposite his own. A hushed conversation will surely ensue once dinner is dismissed.
hardertotame: i want a treat pretty pl s
corlapidis: what kind of treat
hardertotame: like
hardertotame: mother's acceptance
hardertotame: let me do the things i want mom
maybe if u were more alive you should have ur sanity mOM
MIND YOUR TONE MISSY
"Little Stark, come ere and let me hug you before I leave."
"If anyone asks, Arya is my favorite Stark."
send me a ➳ and i will generate a number from 1-300 (yes, 300!) for what my muse will say to yours.
❛ —— what’s the point of even living in a world like this? ❜
❝ To find something to live for. To fight for. ❞
"I don't want to get married, I want to stay single and let my hair flow in the wind, firing arrows into the sunset"