The Silence In Between What I Thought And What I Said (Gendry/Arya) - Genlit_chick08July 16 2012, 00:36:21 UTC
It sneaks upon him like a thief in the night. Arya has returned to the Brotherhood, a few years older but still skinny as a rail with a tongue as sharp as Valyrian steel, and it is easy for Gendry to fall back into the familiar rhythm between them: the bickering, the conversations which hint at all which she hides away, the utter frustration at her stubbornness. It is as it always was, right down to her kicking her legs when they share a sleeping pallet.
But one morning he wakes before her and his breath catches. Arya is lying on her side facing him, her dark her falling across her pale cheek, the light dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose visible. Her mouth, usually pressed into a scowl when awake, is relaxed, her lips pinks, and Gendry thinks it is a generous mouth when it wants to be, the sort of mouth meant for kissing.
He freezes at the realization, at what it means. Arya is his best friend, nearly as much boy as he is, and she will be a princess in the North when this is over. Gendry cannot be thinking of kissing her.
This will mean trouble, and, of all the trouble Gendry expects on a daily basis, this is the last he could ever have imagined.
But one morning he wakes before her and his breath catches. Arya is lying on her side facing him, her dark her falling across her pale cheek, the light dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose visible. Her mouth, usually pressed into a scowl when awake, is relaxed, her lips pinks, and Gendry thinks it is a generous mouth when it wants to be, the sort of mouth meant for kissing.
He freezes at the realization, at what it means. Arya is his best friend, nearly as much boy as he is, and she will be a princess in the North when this is over. Gendry cannot be thinking of kissing her.
This will mean trouble, and, of all the trouble Gendry expects on a daily basis, this is the last he could ever have imagined.
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