Round 4 - Prompt Post
Welcome to Round 4 of You Win or You Die - A Song of Ice and Fire Kink Meme!
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They’re really sort of cute. Arya had been disgusted by them at first - all dark and wriggly, splashing about in their little jar like something she saw once in a nightmare - but they’ve grown on her. She finds she has to resist giving them names, even, to match their personalities. This one is more sluggish than the others, this one is paler and quicker, that one is small but effective. She uses that last one least, when Bolton calls for them and she’s tasked with fetching the jar. No reason to give Bolton what he wants, not when she can undermine him in the tiniest way. That little one is her favorite, really, and having to suck Roose Bolton’s blood is more punishment than it deserves, so she always hides it on the bottom.
Honestly, he’s a terrible, hideous man who does such horrible things to so many people, but Arya can’t help but feel worst for the leeches. They’re only trying to do their jobs, after all. Maybe when she runs away from this wretched place, she’ll take them with her. Set them free in some stream or pond somewhere, where no Boltons lurk to ruin their days.
“You there,” the maester barks, gesturing at her brusquely. “Bring those leeches and be quick about it.”
“Right away,” she sighs. Then she gives the little one a poke with a spoon, pushing it to the bottom - Nym, she could call it, a tiny little Nymeria - before carrying the jar to the waiting maester and happily imagining the anger that would show on Bolton’s face upon realizing that his cupbearer is gone along with his precious leeches. Someday, she tells herself. Someday soon.
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