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paradisalogs2012-09-05 09:04 pm
persequor) wrote in paradisalogs2012-09-05 09:04 pm
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the war outside our door keeps raging on
Who: Arya and Daenerys
What: Mother of dragons dealing with upset wolf child
When: Today!
Where: On a boat, motherfuckers.
[ She's angry. Angry enough that if it had been a stranger, Arya have done exactly what she claimed she would not: attack first. It's been a while since she has felt this strongly. Even when Sansa told her about her brothers, the anger wasn't there. That had been more shock. Denial. A dull pain that folded itself into the hurt she already carried around in the shape of her father, her brother. (Her mother she still refuses to believe her fate. Consciously, she knows. She can speak of it. But the truth of it Arya still does not feel. Her mother is alive. Her mother is with her still. Arya knows the truth, but accept it she will not.)
Later, the anger came. It always does. It's her best friend; it's her confidante. It dogs her steps awake and blankets her asleep. But the fury now is beyond the steady flame she is accustomed to. Arya is shaking from it as she reaches for the journal Daenerys took. ]
That's mine!
[ She sounds whiny and pathetic to herself. Like a child. Nymeria, her connection to Arya severed by the Dead Zone, half-growl and half-whines. The direwolf interposes herself between Dany and Arya, but the usual savage response is not present. Needing to hold something, Arya hugs her tightly with one hand, the other still outstretched. ]
Arya and DaenerysWhat: Mother of dragons dealing with upset wolf child
When: Today!
Where: On a boat, motherfuckers.
[ She's angry. Angry enough that if it had been a stranger, Arya have done exactly what she claimed she would not: attack first. It's been a while since she has felt this strongly. Even when Sansa told her about her brothers, the anger wasn't there. That had been more shock. Denial. A dull pain that folded itself into the hurt she already carried around in the shape of her father, her brother. (Her mother she still refuses to believe her fate. Consciously, she knows. She can speak of it. But the truth of it Arya still does not feel. Her mother is alive. Her mother is with her still. Arya knows the truth, but accept it she will not.)
Later, the anger came. It always does. It's her best friend; it's her confidante. It dogs her steps awake and blankets her asleep. But the fury now is beyond the steady flame she is accustomed to. Arya is shaking from it as she reaches for the journal Daenerys took. ]
That's mine!
[ She sounds whiny and pathetic to herself. Like a child. Nymeria, her connection to Arya severed by the Dead Zone, half-growl and half-whines. The direwolf interposes herself between Dany and Arya, but the usual savage response is not present. Needing to hold something, Arya hugs her tightly with one hand, the other still outstretched. ]