“Oh, wow,” Gendry was saying, and she almost smacked him. He looked like such a sap, going around with his mouth open in awe. He sounded, she thought to herself, like her sister when she talked about that stupid boy band, One Direction or whatever the hell they were called.
“It’s just a hole,” Arya said when she caught up, her voice flat, her arms crossed. “Nothing special about a hole in the mountain.”
“It’s a cave, you idiot,” he answered, and he was grinning like Christmas had come early.
“You’re the idiot,” she mumbled back, but she followed him into the mouth of the cave all the same.
***
“Hey, watch where you’re going!” Gendry spluttered when she walked into him.
“You watch where you’re going!” A pause while Gendry sighed like he was the only person on the planet who had ever known suffering, then a muttered “sorry, I can’t see worth a damn in here
( ... )
Arya/Gendry - and i won't let you choke (spoilers: a storm of swords; 1/2)
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"Go away!" she shouted, scooping up as many of the little rocks as she could carry in the crook of her arm. They weren't very heavy, but a few were coarse and had edges still rough enough to scratch. With the rain streaming so fast down the mouth of the cave and the sky outside so dim and grey, she could barely make out her invader. There was enough light to see his outline against the green of the forest, though. She threw the stone as hard as she could.
"Seven hells!" her target shouted a moment after her projectile found its mark. She knew that voice. But Arya drew back her arm and hurled another stone, anyway. This time she missed, and could hear the rock skittering along the loose path leading up, but he cried out again, "Stop that!"
"Go. Away!" she yelled back, even more determined to strike him down now that she was certain it was him. She punctuated her words with another violent swing, "You aren't taking me back there!" Undeterred by the hail
( ... )
He ignored the question, unpacking the contents of the bag. While the leather was soaked, the bundle of fabric within still seemed to have protected whatever was inside. "It's freezing. You hungry?" He revealed half a loaf of bread, peeking out from between the folds of linen. Against her will, her stomach grumbled. She had hardly eaten anything in the past few days, save for a handful of berries she had determined safe to eat. But since the rainstorm started, Arya had spent most of her time inside the makeshift shelter of the cave.
"Why. Are. You. Here?" she repeated herself, in spite of her sharp awareness of the hunger in her belly
( ... )
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“Oh, wow,” Gendry was saying, and she almost smacked him. He looked like such a sap, going around with his mouth open in awe. He sounded, she thought to herself, like her sister when she talked about that stupid boy band, One Direction or whatever the hell they were called.
“It’s just a hole,” Arya said when she caught up, her voice flat, her arms crossed. “Nothing special about a hole in the mountain.”
“It’s a cave, you idiot,” he answered, and he was grinning like Christmas had come early.
“You’re the idiot,” she mumbled back, but she followed him into the mouth of the cave all the same.
***
“Hey, watch where you’re going!” Gendry spluttered when she walked into him.
“You watch where you’re going!” A pause while Gendry sighed like he was the only person on the planet who had ever known suffering, then a muttered “sorry, I can’t see worth a damn in here ( ... )
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stop stop sto your words i demanD A CAVE SERIES
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\LEAH
LEEEEAHHHHH
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dammit
it's fine, i'm rewriting it anyway
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"Go away!" she shouted, scooping up as many of the little rocks as she could carry in the crook of her arm. They weren't very heavy, but a few were coarse and had edges still rough enough to scratch. With the rain streaming so fast down the mouth of the cave and the sky outside so dim and grey, she could barely make out her invader. There was enough light to see his outline against the green of the forest, though. She threw the stone as hard as she could.
"Seven hells!" her target shouted a moment after her projectile found its mark. She knew that voice. But Arya drew back her arm and hurled another stone, anyway. This time she missed, and could hear the rock skittering along the loose path leading up, but he cried out again, "Stop that!"
"Go. Away!" she yelled back, even more determined to strike him down now that she was certain it was him. She punctuated her words with another violent swing, "You aren't taking me back there!" Undeterred by the hail ( ... )
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*****
He ignored the question, unpacking the contents of the bag. While the leather was soaked, the bundle of fabric within still seemed to have protected whatever was inside. "It's freezing. You hungry?" He revealed half a loaf of bread, peeking out from between the folds of linen. Against her will, her stomach grumbled. She had hardly eaten anything in the past few days, save for a handful of berries she had determined safe to eat. But since the rainstorm started, Arya had spent most of her time inside the makeshift shelter of the cave.
"Why. Are. You. Here?" she repeated herself, in spite of her sharp awareness of the hunger in her belly ( ... )
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crying because hot pie is the baker in the north
crying because caves and bread
etc asldkawjalk;dlksdj
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I love it
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trying to recover from this. give me a bit of time. asdlfkjasldkfjasdf.
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