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fearcutsdeeperthanswords) wrote2014-08-20 03:05 pm
fearcutsdeeperthanswords) wrote2014-08-20 03:05 pm
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[When the video comes on, it's not focused on her face. Instead, the picture shows snow, snow everywhere, and in the distance there is blurry movement, a direwolf running through the banks. From the angle, she's up high, sitting in a tree.]
Last year, when this happened, I spoke to my lady mother. And my lord father. Just for a moment. [She pauses, swallows hard and continues.] There was my brother, and my sister too.
[She's claiming them, making them hers again. She has been, she's taken back her name, but never like this. Never where anyone can hear.]
I spoke to a Dothraki Khal, the last time this happened. I've spoken to a lot of people I've never met. [And more Lannisters than she ever wanted to. When she turns the camera around to her face, she's chewing on her lip. Her hair has grown plenty since she arrived, bald-headed. It's past her chin now, brushing just above her shoulders. She looks like a girl again, though maybe that's because she grew when she last was home. She's only twelve or thirteen, physically, but she feels so much older than that. She's been here for years. Years and years, away from everything she knows. She stops chewing her lip.]
I'm Arya, of Winterfell. Arya of House Stark.
[There. It feels like a weight off her shoulders. She's said it before, she's meant it before. But every time this glitch has happened, Jaime Lannister has come to remind her of her name. Now she can remind him.
She even smiles, a little, at the corners of her mouth.]
I had other names too, for a while. When I had to hide to be safe. Arry, and Weasel, and Nan. Salty and Nymeria and Cat and Beth and Mercy, even. I don't know if anyone who knew those girls will hear me. But I miss some of you, and if you want to talk, then so do I. That goes for anyone. I like meeting new people.
Last year, when this happened, I spoke to my lady mother. And my lord father. Just for a moment. [She pauses, swallows hard and continues.] There was my brother, and my sister too.
[She's claiming them, making them hers again. She has been, she's taken back her name, but never like this. Never where anyone can hear.]
I spoke to a Dothraki Khal, the last time this happened. I've spoken to a lot of people I've never met. [And more Lannisters than she ever wanted to. When she turns the camera around to her face, she's chewing on her lip. Her hair has grown plenty since she arrived, bald-headed. It's past her chin now, brushing just above her shoulders. She looks like a girl again, though maybe that's because she grew when she last was home. She's only twelve or thirteen, physically, but she feels so much older than that. She's been here for years. Years and years, away from everything she knows. She stops chewing her lip.]
I'm Arya, of Winterfell. Arya of House Stark.
[There. It feels like a weight off her shoulders. She's said it before, she's meant it before. But every time this glitch has happened, Jaime Lannister has come to remind her of her name. Now she can remind him.
She even smiles, a little, at the corners of her mouth.]
I had other names too, for a while. When I had to hide to be safe. Arry, and Weasel, and Nan. Salty and Nymeria and Cat and Beth and Mercy, even. I don't know if anyone who knew those girls will hear me. But I miss some of you, and if you want to talk, then so do I. That goes for anyone. I like meeting new people.
shhh let it happen ill be gone when fourth wall is over
[ He mirrors her vague smile, almost wistfully. He never fully agreed with the Dothraki way, but he had grown a certain affection for the people of Drogo's khalasar, having traveled with them for so long. Those were happier times, really. Now not even the loudest 'khaleesi' shout will get him back into Meereen. ]
Ser Jorah Mormont. Of Bear Island. [ Your neighbors to the north. Winterfell's Canada. ]
no you should come stay 8')
Were you Robb's bannerman?
WELL i'll consider it i do miss u guys
[ Not by choice. Send your dad his extremely bitter thanks OH WAIT YOU CAN'T ]
I serve under different banners now.
you can't see it rn but I'm faceclutching intensely
don't mind her immediately raised hackles.]
Why?
[are you a traitor B(]
GOOD.
I've made many mistakes in my life, I'll admit that, but this is not one of them. Child, your brother is not meant to be king, nor was Robert Baratheon, nor his son. They all have weak claims. The throne has never been theirs to take.
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And he never wanted King's Landing [She thinks.] It doesn't matter anyway. They're all dead. Who do you serve now?
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[ And he means it too. He is no friend of the Starks and the Starks are no friends to him, but with Eddard dead as well, someone Arya's age shouldn't have already witnessed so much death. ]
News travels slowly, it would seem. I have only been informed of Robert's death. All the same, my allegiance lies with Queen Daenerys Targaryen.
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[She pauses, thinking of how much Viserys hated his sister. He was her pack, for a while, when she understood how badly he wanted to be safe. But everything she'd heard of Daenerys in Braavos painted her as something greater than Viserys would have had her believe.]
The mother of dragons.
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[ He raises his eyebrows, somewhat impressed by the amount of information Arya actually has. ]
Did you speak to Viserys as well? [ He can't imagine how but aight he'll allow it. ]
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[She sounds a little sad. It's been a long time since she actively missed him - she knew that he was a coward, and she has no patience for it - but he was getting braver, and now she's sorry he's gone all over again. He could have been a real dragon by now.]
He was my friend.