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Feb. 13th, 2012 10:20 pm
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (Spying like a pint-sized bamf)
Everyone's acting odd. No one ever talks this much.

...Do inmates get pets?

[Private text to Castiel]

Do you

Will you

Can we have sup

[And it all gets deleted seconds after typing, and is never sent. :c]

[SPAM for Cas/anyone who spots her]

[Arya is not good at affection. She is, however, very good at stalking. So Castiel is going to have a tiny shadow for...most of the day. :V Have fun with that, bro. Any where Cas shows his face, Arya won't be far - but she does keep her distance, because how do crushes.]
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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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