ʏᴏᴜ ғᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ

[wolfchild]

ᴡʜᴏ: arya + robb, arya + lulu
ᴡʜᴀᴛ: stuff
ᴡʜᴇɴ: backdated and forwarddated. I am the best at filling this out.
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: the dead zone border + mansion

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ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴜɴʀᴀᴠᴇʟ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀᴍs • Robb

[wolfchild]

[ This was exactly what she had been concerned about. Arya clutches Aemon's reins tightly as she trots along behind Northern Son. But an order is an order and she does not have it in her to defy Robb. So she had mounted Aemon and called Nymeria and followed after him in a gallop before daylight truly broke.

They would have been going to see the ship that day. Arya had bitten down on her jealousy. When the King in the North tells her to come, she follows.

She studies the back of Robb's head as they get nearer to the border. She can say she was tired. She can say she did not eat enough. Or she did not feel well. Arya would feel bad lying to her brother, but what else can she do? He mislikes everything that seems like magic. And she cannot shake the feeling of being unnatural.

Mayhaps she is an evil child. Mayhaps Old Nan was right and skinchangers are monsters. And she is one of them. Why would Robb ever want her? ]

[wolfskin]

[ Robb had been unsettled since the creatures first appeared, the giraffe's gift simply pushed him past his limit. They had been too long gone from their mother, too long gone from family's side.

The ride was easier without the train of people, they cover the ground quicker only stopping to rest the horses and themselves before beginning anew. Arya keeping in pace behind knowing full well her unicorn could more than easily out ride his destrier.

It is only as they approach the boarder that Robb thinks to address the silence that had fallen upon them, and the eyes studying the back of his head. The eyes she does not think he notices. ]

What is bothering you, Arya? You have been quiet for some time.

[wolfchild]

Nothing. [ As simple an answer as it is quick. ]

[wolfskin]

[ He slows his mount until they are riding side by side, gaze flicking towards her. ] Are you certain? You are never silent without a reason, little sister.

[wolfchild]

I'm fine. [ It's a lie and she feels bad as she speaks it. ] Tired. I guess.

[wolfskin]

Do you want to rest? [ The ride so far has been hard, he will admit to that, did he push her too far? ]

[wolfchild]

[ She shakes her head. ]

I can ride.

[wolfskin]

If you are certa- [ It happens suddenly, as suddenly as the painful feeling Robb encountered when he crossed the boarder the first time. In mid sentence Robb stops and falls limp, the sudden lifelessness of his master causing Northern Son to stop and whicker uncomfortably. ]

[wolfchild]

[ Arya shudders, but she catches herself before she falls. Having been expecting it for days, she pulls back as soon as she's aware. Nymeria yips and races around them. ]

Robb?

[ Eyes wide, she searches for her brother's face to see if he noticed anything--to find him slumped on the horse. Arya nudges Aemon close, hand going to his shoulder. ]

Robb!

[wolfskin]

[ He does not respond as if dead to the world and everything around it, in his place however Grey Wind trots up to the horses, more relaxed now that they are no longer in the dead zone.

He whines, cocking his head. Is something wrong? ]

[wolfchild]

[ Arya stares.

She knows she is—she didn't mean to—she should stop— ]

Fuck!

[wolfskin]

[ Northern Son shifts, and stamps, the horse knows something is very wrong. Robb isn't moving and should the horse continue he may as well be thrown.

The direwolf moves closer, nuzzling Robb's hanging hand but the horse jerks again and Grey Wind growls. ]

[wolfchild]

[ Arya grabs the reins to bring Northern Son under control. She shakes Robb's shoulder. ]

Robb! Robb! Wake--Robb!

ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ sᴛɪᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ sᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀʏ • Lucrezia

[wolfchild]

[ She had seen the mansion before. It had always been from a distance. Arya does not know who lives there, though it does not seem occupied.

Today she decides to go close. With Nymeria running beside, she turns Aemon towards it. His cloven hooves clatter against pebbles as they stop before the doors. Nymeria continues, sniffing at the steps in curiosity. Arya does not slide off the unicorn's back yet. She swats at one of the butterflies and calls to the wayward wolf. ]

Nymeria, to me!

[heloise]

[ Oh my god, a unicorn is precisely her thought when Lucrezia spots Arya from one of the windows, quickly calling for one of the maids to go stand by the door to welcome the unexpected guest.

She thinks announcing her presence too soon would only drive the girl away, and that fear is not without reason. The servant would say nothing aside from Welcome if she sees the girl, walking off quietly to lead Arya through the many dark halls and stairways to the room where Lucrezia is playing with kittens, ribbons and fabrics, and sparkly hairnets. ]

[wolfchild]

[ it's the gates of hell ]

Lady Lucrezia.

[ Arya bites her lip. In dirty breeches, she curtsies, out of necessity rather than courtesy. It would be unseemly to run out, but she would actually prefer it. ]

[heloise]

[ NO, IT'S PEARLY AND SHIT.

Lucrezia looks up with a laugh, as if expecting her, and stands up to set the fabric aside. She has fancy greetings in mind, but didn't the girl say she cares not for decorated words? ]

Arya. I saw your steed when you came in through the gate.

[wolfchild]

I'm sorry if I interrupted. I didn't know who lived here.

[heloise]

Joshua and myself.

[ She reaches a hand for her so she can lead her back to the couches with all the frilly materials. ]

The place is too big for two, so I like having company.

[wolfchild]

[ Arya lets herself be led. She eyes the couch and takes a seat on the very edge, more out of concern for ruining it in her state than simply discomfort. ]

Who built this?

[heloise]

You could ask him.

[ She wouldn't even mind dirt on her things. She can always get new ones. Speaking of, Arya should get new breeches if only Lucrezia can find something resembling it somewhere in her pile of new dresses and things. She pulls out a pair of white cotton pants to be worn under the dress when riding, meant for Matilda, but they are both just as small! ]

How about this?

[wolfchild]

For—? [ She understands a little late and emphatically shakes her head. ] I'm fine, my lady. You must have those for someone else.

[heloise]

You are the only one I see.

[ She isn't taking no for an answer, stepping over to offer it to Arya. ]

And no more of this my lady nonsense. You know my name.

[wolfchild]

[ After a moment of hesitation, Arya takes it from her. ]

Thank you, Lucrezia. Where should I change?

[heloise]

[ Progress! She gestures to a set of screens in the corner of the room. ]

I would do it there.