“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
( ... )
He couldn't remember her anymore. Not since he woke up clinging to that chunk of driftwood in the middle of the sea. He tried to, though; tried to remember the color of her eyes, how her hair must have felt between his fingers, the warmth in her smile.
That night, huddled in the damp seaside cave, he tried to remember her name. A name. How could he forget something so simple, so important? He picked at his dinner (a stale hunk of bread he'd recieved in the last village he traveled through) and pined for a woman he knew existed but hadn't truly seen. A memory, a half-forgotten dream.
He'd find her someday, though. He'd keep searching, no matter how long it took.
He wouldn't go home until he met his Girl Without A Name.
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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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LEEEEAHHHHH
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I will cook u up somethin guuuuuud
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He couldn't remember her anymore. Not since he woke up clinging to that chunk of driftwood in the middle of the sea. He tried to, though; tried to remember the color of her eyes, how her hair must have felt between his fingers, the warmth in her smile.
That night, huddled in the damp seaside cave, he tried to remember her name. A name. How could he forget something so simple, so important? He picked at his dinner (a stale hunk of bread he'd recieved in the last village he traveled through) and pined for a woman he knew existed but hadn't truly seen. A memory, a half-forgotten dream.
He'd find her someday, though. He'd keep searching, no matter how long it took.
He wouldn't go home until he met his Girl Without A Name.
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