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Dec. 30th, 2012 01:37 am
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (stand sideface)
[When she clicks the video on, she is wearing the lightest part of her mail shirt...and over that, a sweatshirt, with the hood up. There are wolf ears on top. DON'T JUDGE HER. She is also chewing her lip, almost absently: and you can see the exact moment she realizes it, and stops.]

Thank you. For the gifts. Why did we give them, though? What's the point?

[Private to Arthur]

Make Gwaine spar me. He has to, if you order him.
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When at last she slept, she dreamed of home. The kingsroad wound its way past Winterfell on its way to the Wall, and Yoren had promised he'd leave her there with no one any wiser about who she'd been. She yearned to see her mother again, and Robb and Bran and Rickon...But it was Jon Snow she thought of most. She wished somehow they could come to the Wall before Winterfell, so Jon might muss up her hair and call her "little sister." She'd tell him, "I missed you," and he'd say it too at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. She would have liked that. She would have liked that better than anything.
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