❈ | 006 | Text/Voice

Oct. 12th, 2011 03:24 pm
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (she-wolves rip out throats btw)
[The cramped, sloppy handwriting is back, though it's much sloppier than usual, now. Arya's using her right hand. It's pretty hard to read.]I want a different warden. One who doesn't attack a bear who's just trying toleave.

[Writing is too hard, she's switching to audio. There's a tension in her voice, though, pained.] This whole place is stupid! No one changes just because you want them to! You won't make me a mouse again!

[She falls silent again, going so far as to hold her breath. It's a long moment before she talks again.] The whistling stopped. My door is frozen, and I can't see. [Mumbling:] Valar morghulis.

Who's there?

( Spam for Rachel )
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❈ | 004 | Video

Sep. 30th, 2011 12:20 am
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (she-wolves rip out throats btw)
I hate it here!

[That is all. She is upset that she spilled all those secrets so easily. It's so infuriating and she wants to believe that people don't care, like Shego said (GREEN PERSON, WHAT T HE HELL), but it's not so easy when her brother knows everything. You suck, Barge. :c]

[Private to Jesse]

You shouldn't have made me swear! [Vows suck.]

[Private to Rachel]

Who did you kill? Did you mean what you said? [About not leaving her behind. About escaping. Very important things.]

[Private to Jon]

[There is a flash of video, of Arya trying to look in control and it starting to crumble, so she switches to writing, small and almost sloppy.] I'd kill them again. They would have done for me the same.

[Private to Viserys]

I can still show you how to use a sword. With the chair legs. If you want.

[Private]

[Arya closes her eyes tight and whisper to herself, focusing on it like a prayer.] Ser Gregor, Dunsen, Raff the Sweetling. Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei.
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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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