"Stupid Girl", Garbage
Garbage - Stupid Girl
You pretend you´re high
You pretend you´re bored
"There's lots to do, stupid," Arya said, from her perch on a log at the edge of the clearing. There was no actual heat to the words, just her usual brand of isn't-it-obvious? scolding.
"Sure there is," he said, flicking a glance her way as he pulled another arrow, squinting as he sighted it. "You could do laps and give me something interesting to shoot at."
Arya twisted her fingers into the shape of the fig, making a face at him in the same movement.
"After you miss, would you run and fetch the arrows in your teeth?" she asked, the innocent and enquiring tone at odds with her expression and gesture.
You pretend you´re anything
Just to be adored
Arya walked into the kitchen, quiet as a shadow, all her senses listening for the sound of people; she was hungry, but everyone was acting stupid.
...like Veronica, who was setting up a tea party?
"What are you doing?" she gaped. Obvious question, which she didn't like, but this was just so strange.
"Arya!" Veronica cried happily, moving to hug her teacher and friend, because Arya was so nice and people should hug her more often. "I'm having a party for my friends. Won't you have a cookie?"
And what you need
Arya gave Sansa a funny look. "Needing help isn't interrupting."
Is what you get
"Don't call yourself stupid," Arya ordered, sitting down next to him. "I'll do it for you, if you need it. What are you being stupid about?"
Don´t believe in fear
Arya folded her arms sternly. "I'm not scared of you," she told the titan, in case it was wondering.
She wondered when the island had got a titan, and why this one moved when the Titan of Braavos didn't, only roared, and that was just people, really.
She'd help build in a moment. She had a giant unstoppable war machine to stare down just now.
Don´t believe in faith
Arya looked skeptical. "Your world will disappear just because the Empress dies? That doesn't make any sense. Neither does needing a human child, how'll that stop her dying?"
Atreyu was getting more and more annoyed by the moment. This girl clearly didn't know how important this was. "Yes, the Nothing is killing the Empress, and it is taking over my world. Things on my world keep disappearing, and everything will eventually be gone, and the Empress will die. I need a human child to give her a new name, and that will cure her. Then the Nothing will be stopped, she will be healthy, and Fantasia will be restored."
"All she needs is a name?" Arya said, taking this in. It sounded almost like the Doom that took Valyria, in a way, so she supposed things like that were possible. "Names are easy. I've got lots."
Don´t believe in anything
That you can´t break
"I can climb when the branches don't decide to crack on me," he said, glancing down at the branch. The thing had looked sturdy enough to put some weight on it.
"The branch didn't have any say in it," Arya said, looking skeptically at it. "Why didn't you catch another one? Or land properly?"
You stupid girl
"What are you doing?" Arya said, reining Jaqen in. She'd wanted to see the first few waves, reasoning that a horse could surely outrun a wave. Nymeria was bounding about somewhat, and Arya was keeping an eye on her so she'd know when to leave. "Do you want to drown?"
You stupid girl
Arya stepped back. "No it's not," she said absently, "You just got it from the bookshelf in the compound, it doesn't belong to any- are you pregnant?!" she demanded.
Sansa couldn't have been that thick, could she? But between the throwing up and the fact Arya was fairly sure Sansa was late and the book, she couldn't think of any other explanation.
All you had you wasted
All you had you wasted
"Looks...delicious," Jim offered to the girl, smiling despite the fact his stomach was already turning at the thought of trying it. He would though, simply because it was the polite thing to do.
But first: "...Uh, what is it?"
"What does it look like?" Arya said, making a slight face at him. "Those're eels, of course. On rice, with fruit and oysters. And I added some sauce, because you're gotta have flavour, yanno."
What drives you on (What drives you on)
Galahad tilted his head as far as he could, a bemused smile on his face. "Hello. What are you doing?" He could see what she was doing, he just couldn't see why.
"Is there something wrong with your eyes? I'm walking on my hands," Arya informed him, then carefully balanced herself and lifted one hand from the ground, one leg bent in the other direction to compensate.
Can drive you mad (Can drive you mad)
She was in a gown.
It was pink.
There were frills.
And it was pink.
It was billowy about her legs, and she couldn't move properly, not just because of this but also the shoes. They were cloth, and worse than useless. Like the tights. Only they weren't tights, they were just sheer mesh, and what was the point of that?
Not to mention that she couldn't breathe properly, because of the way it was cinched at the waist and generally made it apparent that while she wouldn't take much effort for her to look like a boy, it would take more effort than it had a few months ago.
Plus, it was pink.
It had wings. They were glittery.
A million lies to sell yourself
Is all you ever had
"Well, that seems fine," Arya declared. "Unless you're terrified of people seeing your arms. They are the arms of a 'woman flowered'-" she copied Sansa's lofty expression and piping tones for the phrase, "-after all."
Don´t believe in love
"I'm not getting married or having children!"
Ned bit the inside of his lip to keep from chuckling at her indignance. "I'm glad to hear it," he said seriously. "I would hope that I would be notified of such an occurrence beforehand."
"You'll never need to be," she said, vehemently. "I'm not my wolf. I'm not. There's no beforehand, there's no afterhand. There's no sort of hand!"
Don´t believe in hate
"What does killing a monkey have to do with surviving?" Arya said, making a face at him. "Why would mankind need you to kill a monkey?"
Don´t believe in anything
That you can´t waste
Interesting indoor things that you had to deal with when you were older? What the blazes was she talking... oh.
Arya raised an eyebrow and curled her upper lip in distaste. "You're talking about romance, aren't you," she said, her tone leaving very little doubt as to how likely and appealing she thought that was.
You stupid girl
You stupid girl
"...Dorothy?" Arya said, from a point about a foot behind him. She hadn't made any noise approaching, not that it mattered, as loud as the storm was. "Did a flying branch hit you on the head or something, Ser Monkey-Face?"
"It only wishes, Short Round," John told her, throwing a grin over his shoulder. His eyes narrowed after a moment. "Uh, you're not going out there."
"There's a massive storm," Arya said, giving him a look. "Why would I want to go out in it?"
Of course, now that Crichton was saying she couldn't... "I could if I wanted to though, I bet."
Can´t believe you fake it
Can´t believe you fake it
"Oh, that was the brothel I used to spend time at," Arya said absently, attempting to glare upwards at the persistant tugging at her hair. "Happy Port, it's trickery with words."
Lyanna answered the glare with a nonchalont look until the part about the brothel actually registered. Then she blinked and stopped brushing. She wasn't so much disapproving as startled. "...Excuse me?"
Don´t believe in fear
Arya lay just under the surface of the water in the pool by the waterfall, arms stretched out to either side, and counted.
As she reached sixty she came up for air, gasping, heart racing. Because I'm out of breath, she told herself, but even as she thought it she knew it wasn't true. She could have stayed under for longer; she'd held her breath for much longer than that when the squid had dragged her down. She'd had another dream about it, last night, about pulled under the water, only this time she didn't have any weapon to desperately hack at the force inexorably tugging her under with and all she could do was choke.
She swore to herself. She was half Tully, she wasn't going to let some stupid fish with arms keep her out of the water. She wasn't afraid.
She took a deep breath, ducked her head under the water, and began counting again.
Don´t believe in pain
"I'm fine, they're just scratches," Arya said. "The ones that are bleeding will probably stop soon."
Don´t believe in anyone
That you can´t tame
Of course, if she should run across Cersei, somewhere away from people... it wouldn't be a problem.
"Valar morghulis," she whispered, loosing another arrow.
The repetition was not lost on Polly, as she approached through the trees. The habitual affection she always felt when she looked at Arya was swallowed up in a chill that owed nothing to the weather.
You stupid girl
You stupid girl
Ace moved back, counting under her breath - and sure enough, at forty there was a muffled bang, and water exploded into the air, as well as blue squid blood and a few squid bits - but the arm was seemingly still attached.
Still attached, but jerking about, wild and frantic, abrupt changes in direction that left Arya tossed about like a ragdoll, first one direction and then with a-
-crack-
-she was briefly hanging from an arm that was just a mass of sharp pain, and then she was falling, dizzy and unaware she'd briefly cried out.
She hit the water lightly, ingrained reflex taking over, but the only thing that kept her from sinking was the shallow depth; instead she went briefly to her knees, cradling her arm, bent at an unnatural angle.
All you had you wasted
All you had you wasted
"Ah. Yes," Robb says delicately, "that's actually the problem. You know, it's actually rather bad form to pull knives on guests, Arya."
You stupid girl
You stupid girl
"Killing people doesn't make you the Many-Faced God," Arya said quietly, folding her arms about her - not stubbornly, just for somewhere to put them - and not moving either, not even scuffing the snow around her. "It just means you serve Him. Valar morghulis, valar dohaeris."
She hesitated. "Maybe. The- the kindly man said once that it's not for us to choose. But someone has to."
Did you know that kid's a Maxwell Church Survivor? He cut a deal with Death.
Duo looked at her sharply, eyebrows drawing slightly together in a surprised, faintly critical kind of way.
Now I choose who lives or dies. Someone has to be responsible. Why not me?
"Yeah. Someone does."
Can´t believe you fake it
Can´t believe you fake it
Her mother was dead. She remembered waking up after dreaming it, all that time ago. It was the first thing she'd thought of, every morning, for a long time after that.
She hadn't thought- she'd hoped, but when the island started taking people, she'd almost given up the last of her hope, and now, now she was here, she was right in front of her-
Arya spat on her hand and frantically tried to scrub some of the dirt off her cheek. She wished she'd let Sansa cut her hair. Or that she'd worn a dress, maybe just today.
You stupid girl
You stupid girl
Can´t believe you fake it
Can´t believe you fake it
If she was truly no one, deep down where it counted, she'd be able to do that again, wouldn't she? Able to become Arya Stark on the island and then, when she found her way back to Braavos, put that identity aside and be no one once more. Was that to be her test? To be Arya Stark in the presence of Arya Stark's brother but remain (deep down in her heart of hearts where not even she could see) no one?
Just so.
She picked up the sword. "I am Arya Stark, of Winterfell," she said. "Winter is coming."
You stupid girl.