Hot Pie looked like Hot Pie
She was no little girl in the dream; she was a wolf, huge and powerful, and when she emerged from beneath the trees in front of them and bared her teeth in a low rumbling growl, she could smell the rank stench of fear from horse and man alike.
The Disillusionment of Arya Stark
#this is the exact moment that marked Arya’s disillusionment #when she asked the god for mercy back in king’s landing #all she got was her father’s head on the steps of Baelor #when prayed for home #she became a hostage instead #when she prayed for justice #she got injustice #the same smiling girl who gave ned stark flowers on the king’s road #is now actively praying for another person to die #and when the gods failed her #like every other person in her life #she decided to take matters into her own hands#she had every intention to kill the hound #and this is different from the stable boy that she killed #that was self defense #this was attempted murder #what good did praying to the gods ever do to her #nothing #there is only one god #and his name is DEATH
One day she came back grinning her honey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covererd in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers.
“It’s just a sword,” she said, aloud this time… but it wasn’t. Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.
#this is funny and depressing #a girl no longer gives a damn #it’s funny but at the same time #a child of Ned Stark lacks honor #and she doesn’t care #because she knows at such a young age already #that honor can get you killed #that having honor doesn’t protect you #Arya has already learned that survival and honor do not necessarily go hand in hand #and her survival depends on her doing some very dishonorable things #because surviving is more important#her father had honor #she saw his headless body on the ground #while Sansa fainted #and the crowd cheered (via girlsarewolves)
“She’s my sister.” Gendry put a heavy hand on the old man’s shoulder, and squeezed. “Leave her be.”
The man turned, spoiling for a quarrel, but when he saw Gendry’s size he thought better of it. “Your sister, is she? What kind of brother are you? I’d never bring no sister of mine to the Peach, that I wouldn’t.” He got up from the bench and moved off muttering, in search of a new friend.
“Why did you say that?” Arya hopped to her feet. “You’re not my brother.”
“That’s right,” he said angrily. “I’m too bloody low born to be kin to m’lady high.”
Arya was taken aback by the fury in his voice. “That’s not the way I meant it.”
A Storm of Swords p. 402
You stand accused of murder. But no one here knows the truth of the charge, so it is not for us to judge you. Only the Lord of Light may do that now. I sentence you to trial by combat.