cat of the canals;;

arya stark;; dead and risen. cat of the canals;; blinded. no one;; white house. pardon me, i'm slowly learning to BREATH again. because now that i'm on my own i'll never SEE again. b l i n d e d by rage, and anger and magic. i'm just tired of fighting. tired of being n o o n e. afraid i'll die just beth, just the beggar girl, just blind and ALONE.

[wolfchilcl-blog]

flxwerchcld:

flower nodded slowly, playing nervously with the hem of his sleeves. he felt stupid for even speaking up now. “i— will try my best not to die.” he pushed out a breathless laughter, quick and humorless.

               she pauses and then wrinkles her nose. “now i feel bad. okay let me rephrase -- try your hardest not to get yourself hurt. you should be okay. as far as i know we’ve yet to have a casualty so just... keep your chin up. i’m arya.” and arya stark has never been a particularly motivational speaker.

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flxwerchcld:

“OKAY, i’ve been here for twenty minutes and i’ve already lost my glasses. oh, and i don’t know where i actually am right now and i keep hearing super scary things. i’m not made for the big world, quite obviously.”

              “just don’t go on dying. it’s very bothersome for everyone else. so no wandering into traffic because you can’t see the signal lights. i’m blind and i make it work.”

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northerniisms:

“There is nothing lawful about killing in battle, the only sentence those men had was given by Tywin Lannister to fight for him. We’ve done what we needed to do to survive. But you’re right, none of it matters now. I did it to see you safe and you did it to survive, we both got what we wanted.” As much as it pained Robb to think back, what he said was true and it was all worth it to know his sister was okay. ALIVE. “Then let’s go,” he tiled his head, looking down at her with an almost excited look in those Tully-blue eyes of his. “It’s about time we explored this place, ay? There has to be somewhere near by with something fun to do because I don’t think I can stand staying here night AND day.”

              arya shrugs. “it’s either lawful or it’s murder. you don’ get both. and i’ve heard men whisper to each other that it isn’t murder if they’re doin’ it for their LORD, or their Lord, just so they can keep going. or are we the only ones who get to wonder about morality? because we had the fortune, good or otherwise, not to be born in sheep shit and hay?” adult questions, but arya was hardly a child anymore, her eyes are dark, stark as they are even as she starts to pull him out of their room ( locking it behind her too ) and moving on, quietly. “i think there’s a mall. we could window shop. i’ve got an ‘iron bank’ debit card so i think it’s safe to say it’s on winterfell’s tab.”

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northerniisms:

For the first time in YEARS Robb was doing something that felt entierly normal. He listened intently to Arya, who had her head in his lap as she went about her rant, while his eyes looked down at the same sulky face that hadn’t changed one bit despite age. His features would have held a content smile had the topic of conversation not centered around his little sister becoming an ASSASSIN in his absence, which never would have had to happen nor would she have held such a heavy burden had he succeeded. “You’re not a monster, Arya.” A heavy sigh passed dry lips as a hand came to brush over the dark hair atop her head. “You’re a Stark of Winterfell and you’re our father’s daughter, being elsewhere doesn’t change that. Time has changed all of us and we have done what we needed to to survive, even when the cost was the blood of another. I killed plenty of men in battle, men who had nothing to do with father’s death, I have blood on my hands too. Do you think I’M a monster?”

              “you’re LORD of winterfell, robb stark son of eddard stark. if you had swung the sword and sentenced a man to die it’d have been law -- justice, by gods old and new,” arya told him and she felt the words in her chest, ice in her bones that made her muscles itch. “and what you’ve not done for laws you’ve done for us, for country and family. -- it, i guess it doesn’t really matter now. because we’re here, and we will never go back if i have anything to say for it.” because if they went back she would be alone again, and even if jon and sansa, father himself, arrived at this very moment she couldn’t imagine anyone but robb stark being her favorite person in the world. “i’m so glad you’re HERE, robb. -- maybe we should go out. this hotel is depressing.”

[wolfchilcl-blog]

shapedlikeafricnd:

“They blinded you? That’s majorly fucked up-Why were you trying to join a league of assassins in the first place?”

              “league of assassins, i didn’t expect it to be a play date at least,” she concedes. “my entire family had died. my brother’s back now though.”

[pumpkinland]

my mom likes to tell me “you have to pick your battles” well im full of rage and im picking all of them

[asbraveasrobb]

I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. // You will be no one’s daughter, no one’s wife, no one’s mother.

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selfcdestructive:

‘ i was starting to get use to england. what fuckin’ place are we in now ?? not that it matters, i get a room to myself again so i ain’t fuckin’ that bent out of shape about it. ’

              “ -- basically. you have to love the people crying themselves to sleep over having a warm room and a comfortable bed, even if it’s ‘creepy’ here.”

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vasncrmandy:

@wolfchilcl

   ‘theoretically speaking,’ tali had a large shopping bag weighing down her fingers, but she’d bumped into the young woman. that was enough cause for her to stop and check her out, make sure she hadn’t hurt her. ‘if i offered a shirley temple or two, would you not be offended? or did i not hit you? the bag is odd; gravity and all that.’ she shrugged, offering up an awkward grin. ‘the shirley temple offer still stands — or just cherries. i have three jars. four, four jars.’

              “i’ll take either the booze or the cherries. -- booze would probably be preferable.” arya didn’t give two shits about the difference in drinking laws between the countries she was in. it was absolute tosh that they could be moved around like this regardless. “you did bump me, but it was an accident, and i’m not inclined to stay mad over accidents that small.”

[wolfchilcl-blog]

@shapedlikeafricnd from x.

              “you’d probably be surprised. i once tried to join a league of assassins, and they blinded me. poor choice i’d say.”

[wolfchilcl-blog]

( closed starter ;; robb stark. )

              “when i lived in braavos they taught me braavosi, and improved my high valaryian, insisted i learned lysene and started me on the languages of the other free cities -- i was going to be an assassin, i’ve killed before. there was a man of the watch in braavos, and all i could think of was father --” she sighs. “’the man who gives the sentence should swing the sword.’ was it wrong to pass the sentence when it was a westerosi law that forsaken, and i wasn’t of westeros anymore?” her head is in his lap and she’s sulking -- she’ll admit it, but nymeria didn’t make the trip to california for some reason, and she’s keen to sulk. “i have a list of names of people i’d not hesitate to run through, and slowly they’re dying, by my hand or another. i don’t feel for them. no pity, no remorse. i feel glad. does that make me a monster?”

@northerniisms

[wolfchilcl-blog]

@wolfchilcl is bunking with @northerniisms.

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Who do you consider your best friend here?

honesty hour ;; accepting.

              “robb’s probably not a great answer, is he? nymeria’s a wolf. well, there’s always carl gallagher. i don’t know if we’re properly friends but we certainly see eye to eye. if i can’t choose carl, well, it’d be my bookie.”

[wolfchilcl-blog]

who do you miss the most from back home?

honesty hour ;; accepting.

              “sansa. i miss jon too, miss him so much, but i wish i could do right by sansa. i blame her for part of what’s happened to us, but she was scared, and a child. i’m starting to put it behind me.”

[hqkennedy]

“This isn’t New York, but it might as well be. A little help here?” The girl asked in a slightly irritated tone. Wasn’t England supposed to be known for their hospitality?

[wolfchilcl-blog]

          “i think you’re thinking of the american south. but yeah -- i can help.”

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spill it;; honest opinion of jeyne westerling?

spill it! ;; accepting. 

           “she and her traitorous family should’ve died – not my brother, my mother, and my hopes along with it. if she’d kept her legs shut and robb hadn’t crawled in the first noble, welcoming cunt on the neck, the north would have been won. i wouldn’t have signed away my life and my sight. honestly, so far as i’m concerned the hunters can have her.”