You've Seen Me

just to be alive is a magic art

all men must die.

ybee:

two years apart!!

kallielef:

A little Arya sketch. Needs a Hound. 

The mists seemed to part before her and close up again as she passed. The cobblestones were wet and slick under her feet. She heard a cat yowl plaintively. Braavos was a good city for cats, and they roamed everywhere, especially at night. 

The gods have given me a gift.

“There had been blood in it, though, and a full moon overhead, and a tree that watched her as she ran.”

"I’m bigger than I was. I’m not a child.” Children didn’t kill people, and she had.

"I know where we could go", Arya said. She still had one brother left. Jon will want me, even if noone else does. He’ll call me “little sister” and muss my hair. It was a long way, though, and she didn’t think she could get there by herself. She hadn’t even been able to reach Riverrun. “We could go to the wall.” 

Sandor’s laugh was a growl. “The little wolf bitch wants to join the Night’s watch, does she?

"My brother is on the wall," she said stubbornly. 

Two sides of the same coin.

songsofwolves:

The smell of blood was heavy in her nostrils or was that her nightmare, lingering? She had dreamed of wolves again. - Arya Stark (The Winds of Winter)

anymore.