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MADISON BAILEY as Kiara Carrera in Outer Banks

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iiceandfire​:

jon licks their lips, a little nervous.  ‘ you say that like she doesn’t have eyes on the back of her head, ’  they point out, eyebrow twitching. jon rather liked catelyn but understood where ayra was coming from — they’d heard it many times before. jon didn’t press further, only comments on what she says.  ‘ i wouldn’t say hand full i would more say distracted by. ’ 

they only raise a shoulder and drop it, wanting to move on from the topic. arya will always be their baby, better not sully that image.  ‘ cool. see you on the other side, squirt. ’ jon gives her hair another ruffle before schmoozing over to the bar. they wait until the bartenders are occupied with an order before reaching over the counter and grabbing two bottles of whiskey. then, seeing their chance with a group of older gentlemen crowding the bar, jon makes their escape, heading to one of the back rooms to wait for arya. 

" i say it with confidence that we’re not going to get caught, ” nevermind the many times that they have gotten caught. this is going to be the one where they get away scot free. mark her words. “ if we don’t get caught, you owe me five bucks and if we do, i’ll give you twenty. that’s how sure i am with us getting away with this. ” by the end of this night, arya is going to be out twenty bucks. how sad.

her nose wrinkled in response to being called squirt --- she’s not even that short. but there wasn’t a time to respond before they moved towards the bar. he wins this round. arya quickly moves to find a way to get their phones back --- only to wind up in the back rooms completely empty handed and an annoyed look on her face. “ so, things didn’t go as planned and i may have gotten caught. but it’s fine because i escaped. please tell me you got some good shit. ”

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wintersrcse​:

“Just be careful.  Just because someone doesn’t rat on you immediately doesn’t mean they never will.  Trust me.”  That’s what had happened to her, how her’s and many other’s lives had been blown up.  Someone had a tape, they played it close to the chest until just the right moment, then used it when they had least expected it.  While she was sure Arya must have known things like this, having grown up in the life, almost more than Lyanna had, she still felt protective, and as if she had to teach her these lessons, sometimes forgetting that she was older than Lyanna had been when everything had started.  

While Lyanna had been the one to ask Arya of her plans, Lyanna couldn’t help but wonder what was the girl’s need to cause chaos for chaos’s sake.  She might not have been the youngest Stark, but still Lyanna wondered if it was a case of Youngest Child syndrome.  She had a touch of it in her younger years as well, but not nearly as severe.  “Sounds like they would have been better off just leaving you with your stuff.—But just remember anything you ruin in a brawl is the Lannister’s.  And you don’t want to owe a Lannister a debt.”  She nearly shivered at the thought.  —- Perhaps Lyanna’s incessant questioning of her niece had been in an attempt to avoid discussing her own life, one person in particular especially, as she knew of her family’s disdain for him.  “Arya,” her voice had that warning tone that only parents and teachers had mastered.   “Rhaegar is apart of this family whether you like him or not.  While I do want to remind you that he and I both committed the same sin, and to avoid being a hypocrite you should hate us both equally.  But I doubt that will happen, so…I can’t make you like him, but you do need to respect him and be civil.”  They had not laid low for 20 years only to come back and rehash old feelings and dramas, especially with people that had nothing to do with it originally, and despite being officially ‘back’ for only hours, Lyanna was already growing tired of doing just that.  She got enough from anyone else, she didn’t need for her family to do the same.

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with those words, she glanced down at her hands. picking at the already chipped polish on her fingers. annoyance --- or is this anger, the two seem to go hand in hand with her --- rises at the idea of someone betraying her family. of hurting her aunt like that. “ well, i would like someone to cross me and see how that goes for them. ” over confidence as usual. the list she’s kept since she was just a kid, with more names on it than ones crossed off. arya is perfectly capable of doing something but it was the matter of when.

growing up, she seemed to be stuck in the middle. always feeling as if people --- not completely her parents but those outside of her family as well --- comparing her to sansa. that always seemed to irritate her, rile her up, get under her skin. which is probably why she’s devoted a life into chaos. to become what people won’t expect her to be if they just met one of the starks. “ ew. don’t worry. i’m not going to be breaking any stuff. ” do people’s noses and fingers count as stuff? probably not. but then --- oh then. that voice. a voice she’s heard countless times from teachers, to parents, and sometimes even strangers who expect that she’s just going to listen to them. “ i don’t not like him. i don’t even know him. ” technically, neither statement was a lie. and if it’s not technically a lie, that makes it the truth right? “ can i be civil and still make fun of his name? because i honestly don’t think i can stop. i just have so many good shit i can use with rhaegar. ” being civil sounds like the worst idea --- but if her aunt is asking her to do so, then that’s what she’ll do... for the most part. 

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arobbstark​:

“Mm. You and what lawyer? I think I could beat anyone you could hire for such a silly suit. After all, no judge would convict slander for calling you a kid once they see your skinny ass.” He grinned into her shoulder and then pulled back. He winced visibly at the thump. It didn’t hurt that much, but his head was generally sore. “Ow. Careful, my brain is delicate right now.”

He changed and came back out quickly, feeling much more human now that he was in his own clothes. He still looked a mess, but at least he was better than he was. “That’s a relief. Not sure the hospital could handle the strain of multiple Starks needing treatment.” He sat back down on the bed. He opened his mouth to push for more information, but the next knock on the door actually was a nurse. She had discharge papers, but first, she had to look him over once more and test his memory. His memory was fine. He winced as she took the bandage off his head. He was no longer bleeding, so he didn’t need the bandage, but the release of pressure was an uncomfortable feeling. He was given a prescription for antibiotics and a high-dose acetaminophen, and dismissed.

He put his arm around Arya as they walked out. “It’s good you’re not hurt, but how are you doing, Arya? It was…a lot, based on what I’ve heard.”

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" uh, i can find a lawyer. i’m a charming young lady. anyone would be happy to do lawyer things for me. ” what do lawyers even do other than say ‘your honor’ and ‘i object’? from what she knows with robb, she finds it all to be incredibly boring. arya winched at his reaction to the thump --- never meaning to cause harm to her older brother. “ sorry sorry! does it still hurt a lot? got the good meds for it? ”

arya was ready for a remark --- mostly to say something about how bran probably wouldn’t be able to last two seconds in the hospital without driving everyone crazy. ya’know, typical older sibling stuff to make fun of their younger sibling who isn’t even around to defend themselves. but the nurse interrupted and well, arya just went back down to her phone. tuning out the legal jargon and just waiting for them to be finally released from hell. thankfully, it didn’t seem to take a dramatic amount of time.

she led them out where she parked, ready to hop on out of here. “ i mean, physically? totally fine. those suckers were no match with me --- and lorra of course. and maybe theon. but like maybe. ” nevermind the fact that the other saved their father’s life --- something she still has to thank him for, and something she dreads doing because that means being nice to theon. “ i’m just glad we made it out alive. ” unlike their aunt and baelish.

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ofcatelyns​:

Perhaps she should have been doing something more in the wake of her sister’s death, especially when family meant so much to her, but she had made a chose all those years ago. She’d chosen Stark and ever since Robb came into her life she’d been choosing her children every time. It didn’t dull her anger though but she was doing her best to distract herself from doing anything too reckless against the Lannisters or Greyjoys. Instead, unable to sleep she’d found herself studying new plans and deciding what she could allow or block to benefit her family most. The sound of footsteps made her look up - she’d always swear that motherhood had made her hearing even more in tune to any noise - hardly surprised that it was her youngest daughter she saw. “Arya.” 

Keen eyes flicker over the younger woman searching for some short of clue or answer as to where she was stealing off to in the middle of the night. “It’s late to be going somewhere.” Despite there being no question in her words, there was no denying the silent demand for an explanation from her daughter. Even though she knew fine well that Arya could take care of herself ( something that she had been keen to make sure of for all her children ) it would never quiet the worry and concern that had woven its way into her very being. It was something she had long learnt to adjust to - that being a mother meant being in a state of almost constant anxiety over her children’s wellbeing. Perhaps she was overbearing but she had no plans in adjusting that any time soon.

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don’t be suspicious. don’t be suspicious. don’t be suspicious. the ridiculous, and yet classic, melody played through her head as she did her best to move throughout the house without making a sound. there have been times when arya has fallen out of a window --- perhaps breaking a bone or two --- simply because she didn’t want to get caught sneaking out. this time, she could have sworn that her mother was out for the night and that would be a perfect time to get out of the house. maybe she’ll go burn the letter. speaking of which, who the fuck writes letters anymore? just send a text. since receiving it, she’s been carrying it around in her bag, letting it weigh down whatever morals she has.

and of course, nothing is easy and she’s caught. really, she was so close to the door and now, she spins around, a fake smile on her face. “ i was just getting a drink of water, is that a crime now? ” an immediate lie for defense. someone give this girl a reward as she’s ready to chuck herself out a window. she turned towards the kitchen, clearly forgetting that she was carrying her shoes and had a backpack strapped on. curiosity peaked her interest as she called out to her mother, if she asked a question perhaps she’ll get out of this mess, right? “ why are you up? ”

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shcbear​:

“If you think I’m actually believing you when I’ve seen you take way worse hits in training without blinking, then you’re just stupid.”  She said with a roll of her eyes, trying to act as if she wasn’t amused by her antics.  She was, but to let her know that would only encourage her.  And Arya encouraged herself enough as is, it seemed.  “–Oh god, please just don’t tell your mom I’m the one who suggested it.”  Dacey didn’t fear much, but Catelyn Stark when she was pissed off?  Thanks, but no thanks.

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“ hey. i’m a lot of things and stupid is one of them --- but that still hurts. ” did arya actually believe she was stupid? sometimes. an insecurity that she would rather joke about than deal with. something about poking at her own bruises but none of that really mattered. “ oh dace. no promises. i can’t help but try to deflect her anger towards someone else! even though, that like, never works. ” how many times has she tried to throw one of her siblings under the bus only for it to blow up in her face? too many.

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arobbstark​:

Robb just watched her, an amused smirk on his face and relief filling his chest. He was going home. “Really? That’s odd, the last nurse told me just the opposite, that they’d called my family and they were sending someone to take me home. I was expecting my punk kid sister to show up any time now.” Dopping the act, he caught her by the wrist when she was close enough and pulled her into a hug. It wasn’t as firm as his normal hugs, but it was warm and he pressed his cheek to the side of her head. “Never thought I’d say this about you, Arya, but you’re a sight for sore eyes. Literally, in this case.”

He pulled back and grinned, only highlighting the two black eyes his broken nose had given him. There was a splint taped in place to keep his nose straight, and a bandage wrapped around his head. Otherwise, he looked fine. He sounded fine. “I assume they had you bring me some clothes? Everything I had on last night is…unsalvagable.” Covered in blood he wasn’t sure was his was more accurate, but not something he was going to say. He accepted the clothes from her and disappeared into the bathroom briefly to change. “Everyone alright? They couldn’t tell me anything other than that nobody else in my family was taken to the hospital.”

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arya tossed the chart onto the bed near robb’s feet. all of it was boring anyways. “ maybe we should sue the hospital for telling such baseless lies? also, rude. i’m suing you for calling me a kid when i’m, in fact, twenty-three. thank you very much. ” funny how she can easily flip that card around in a blink of an eye. getting out of something? she’s a child, can’t do it. but when someone else calls her a kid? too far. a light smile tugged on her lips when robb pulled her in for a hug. “ please, we all know i’m a delight to see always. ” 

the moment he pulled away, arya moved to flick him on his forehead. what can she say? it’s the ultimate sibling move. sure, he might be injured but that doesn’t mean she’s not going to add to the injuries --- even if a flick doesn’t do much. “ are you telling me you don’t want to walk out of here in a hospital gown? ” as she said that, arya tossed the small bag she brought of some clothes and sat on the bed as he went to get change, pulling out her phone. her gaze moved to the door of the hospital room --- wondering how neutral the hospital actually is. “ yeah. yup. everyone is fine. surprisingly, you were the only one knocked out. ”  does he know about lyra and baelish? she thought he did but if not --- telling him in the car would be better.

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✰   —  —  —  BUZZFEED UNSOLVED SENTENCE STARTERS

‘  strap in ‘cause this one is rough.  ’ ‘  it’s– it’s yucky.  ’ ‘  i’m aware of some details of this and it’s– it’s yucky.  ’ ‘  i’m not a gambling man, but i don’t really like those odds.  ’ ‘  we could conceivably run into this guy taking a dump in the woods or something.  ’ ‘  are you fucking out of your mind?  ’ ‘  i’m starting to think you want to die.  ’ ‘  you turned a corner on that one pretty quick.  ’ ‘  oh my god, it’s fucking horrifying.  ’ ‘  there’s an elk, though. there’s a deer over there.  ’ ‘  here’s the remains and rubble of one of the greatest unsolved mysteries of all time and you’re looking at the fucking deer in the forrest.  ’ ‘  maybe they were in there telling ghost stories.  ’ ‘  that’s not what pillow talk is, i don’t think.  ’ ‘  pillow talk could either mean something you do after sex or it could mean what’s like sleepover talk.  ’ ‘  do you tell ghost stories after sex?  ’ ‘  all very effective for– for murder.  ’ ‘  they stabbed him so hard that the knife bent.  ’ ‘  you would think that there’d be at least one witness.  ’ ‘  you see someone running through the forrest covered in blood, you’re probably not gonna bat an eye.  ’ ‘  that’s not how the forrest works.  ’ ‘  excuse me, sir. why are you covered in blood?  ’ ‘  i’m glad to know that you would be the worst crime scene witness of all time.  ’ ‘  oh, you were phrasing it in a dramatic way.  ’ ‘  what is it about killers– that they want to be caught so badly… or like they want to get as close to being caught without being caught?  ’ ‘  i can’t put my mind into the mind of a criminal.  ’ ‘  i can put my mind into the mind of a criminal.  ’ ‘  some of them must be friends, others would like to plunge knives into each other.  ’ ‘  i can imagine one friend of yours murdering you.  ’ ‘  i’m pretty sure there was a coverup by the police department.  ’ ‘  70′s and 80′s police were always just like, ‘oh, you murdered someone? you got forty bucks?’  ’ ‘  great! what else do you want?! i murdered people for you! and now… what?  ’ ‘  oh, so i’m the psycho cause i murdered for you!?  ’ ‘  what, the police were just writing fan fiction?  ’ ‘  this is just baffling to me.  ’ ‘  i guess that’s their job, but can you imagine how much goddamn paperwork is involved in that? so much!  ’ ‘  i’m pretty sure we’re being watched, so i kind of wanna leave, to be honest.  ’ ‘  i’ve had enough of this place and i haven’t even been here that long. i hate this place.  ’ ‘  this boogeyman is very thorough.  ’ ‘  i guess we’re lucky he got lazy.  ’ ‘  the greatest safety precautions of our time are written in blood.  ’ ‘  i think they’re tired of this ongoing saga that never ends.  ’ ‘  you know, i actually disagree with that last sentiment.  ’ ‘  this is like straight-up end of days shit going on.  ’ ‘  this could’ve been the beginning of the zombie apocalypse, in my mind.  ’ ‘  i’ve daydreamed about having an amazing bunker that has satellite tv.   ’ ‘  ‘bad advil’ sounds like a shitty indie band.  ’ ‘  the wild west was the 80′s.  ’ ‘  in the 80′s you could walk in a store, pocket a soda, punch a guy in the face, and then be like ‘see ya later. fuck you!’ cops wouldn’t get to your door for weeks.  ’ ‘  he had books that were just titled ‘how to crime’? if he had a book called ‘how to crime’ then there’s your guy.  ’ ‘  oh, yeah… nah, i’m good. eh, bit of a reach.  ’ ‘  some old lady in florida bought the unabomber’s typewriter?  ’ ‘  maybe this guy was really in the dog house and was just desperate for any kind of turn of affection from her so he thought, ‘i know that i’ll do! i’ll write the fbi!’  ’ ‘  no, i didn’t– what, is there anything to suggest that i would chase my mom with an axe?  ’ ‘  i think you wear a mask sometimes.  ’ ‘  maybe you should keep digging and see what happens.  ’ ‘  these are two messed up weirdos who have found each other and it’s almost a shockingly beautiful love story.  ’ ‘  i don’t get it. i just wanna talk about my work and everyone just keeps seeming to bring up all my past of all the shitty stuff i’ve done.  ’ ‘  ugh, this guy’s gross.  ’ ‘  it must’ve been fun to be a criminal in the 80′s.  ’ ‘  everything before the 80′s – just lawless.  ’ ‘  get your sunglasses ready because this one is packed full of bright stars.  ’ ‘  i’m good to go. i’m always ready, baby!  ’ ‘  it came true so she was actually warranted in all these fears.  ’ ‘  this would be like if you were eaten by a shark.  ’ ‘  i thought for a second we were talking about things that are actually scary.  ’ ‘  i’m gonna let this slide because i know you’re just trying to get a rise out of me.  ’ ‘  does that man have a magical penis or something?  ’ ‘  you think the only reason someone would go back to someone is because they have a magical penis?  ’ ‘  i feel like divorce is probably a lot of work.  ’ ‘  do you not know how love works?  ’ ‘  maybe i don’t know how love works.  ’ ‘  i have a hard time imagining someone going gaga over christopher walken.  ’ ‘  i bet when you get in a room with christopher walken, he commands the space.  ’ ‘  i brought some cocktail weenies.  ’ ‘  one of my greatest fears is that someone will trick me into doing heroin.  ’ ‘  that’s the dumbest fear i’ve ever heard in my life.  ’ ‘  how many situations can you be in that would put you up to that potential danger?  ’ ‘  how many parties are you going to where heroin’s involved? it seems like a lot.  ’ ‘  it’s the fear that someone would come up to me on the street and put heroin in me and then i’m hooked forever.  ’ ‘  here’s what must’ve happened… these forty things, in succession.  ’ ‘  what are you trying to do, fuck my wife?  ’ ‘  why would he make this up?  ’ ‘  he– he was just trying to fuck someones wife.  ’ ‘  i can’t imagine murdering someone even when drunk.  ’ ‘  when you drink you can imagine murdering someone?!  ’ ‘  i ate a pumpkin once when i was drunk… i just took a bite out of a pumpkin.  ’ ‘  that’s a rational fear!  ’ ‘  that is not a rational fear!  ’ ‘  these are the musings of a paranoid man.  ’

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shcbear​:

“I’m ignoring you.”  Dacey replied, but cheated as she gave the younger woman a shove to the shoulder.  “Starting now.”  But she still looked over at her with a small smirk.  Dacey liked to spend time with Arya, it somehow made her miss her sisters less and more all at once.  She was like a surrogate little sister in away.  And with that thought she wondered if Arya and her sisters would get along.  She had a feeling it could be chaos.  In a good or a bad way she wasn’t sure.  “Wouldn’t peg you for pink.  I was thinking more of a bright seaweed green.”

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" you’re ignoring this face? that’s rude. ” arya purposely fell to the side, as if the push did so much more damage than it actually did. she grabbed her shoulder --- the wrong one to fuck with dacey --- making a pained expression. “ owwww, that hurt! how could you? ” everything arya does is for chaos reasons and chaos reasons only. she certainly thinks that makes her fun to be around. “ what can i say? i like to shake things up now and again. but seaweed green? honestly? might just have to go with that. forget pink. ”

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arobbstark​:

Where: North Wall Memorial Hospital When: Post-wedding, mid-morning Who: Open to all

Getting knocked out was not at all like the movies, Robb had quickly discovered. Being unconscious more than a few minutes meant that he was taken by ambulance to the hospital along with the other critically injured. He had only vague snatches of memories, but it was improving. He wasn’t asking the nurses where he was every time he was woken anymore. He was able to focus on the TV mounted on the wall without his vision swimming. His external injuries weren’t that bad, comparitively, just a cracked skill and a broken nose. He was being assured that with this kind of progress, he should be able to head home sometime today.

So, he just laid there and dealt with it. He had the news on to try to piece together what had happened between the blackout and waking up in the ambulance, but he wasn’t having much success. His phone was dead, so that was right out. So for now, he just closed his eyes and rested. When he heard the door to the room open, he didn’t even bother to open his eyes, just starting to recite the answers to the memory test he assumed a nurse was here to administer again. “Robb Stark, date of birth March 25th of 1991, I’m at North Wall Memorial Hospital in King’s Landing, which is where I live…” He paused and opened his eyes. “Well. You’re not my usual nurse.”

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bored in the house, in the house bored. honestly, she was just glad she wasn’t forced to spend the night at the hospital because that would have been way worse. but that didn’t stop the utter boredom. when people were deciding on who was going to pick up robb, arya jumped at the chance. anything to get out of the house --- anything to annoy the living crap out of her older brother. honestly, she’s basically his savior right now and she’s going to make sure he knows it.

a smirk crossed her face once she realized that robb didn’t have a clue who it was that just entered. rambling off with information as if she didn’t already know --- okay, maybe she didn’t fully know his birthday but like, she would have been awfully close. “ mmm, robb stark you say? i’m nurse jimmy. ” sure, she’s very aware that he could see her at this point but hey, arya was here to fuck around. she snagged his chart from the end of the table, looking through it as if she knew what it said --- it was gibberish. “ hmmm. looks like you are going to have to be stuck here for a few more days, mr. stark. such a shame. ” 

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ironundcrneath​:

Where: Outside North Wall Memorial Hospital For: @wclfgurl​

What quite honestly had felt like one of the longest nights of Rosaline’s life, seemed to finally be drawing to a close, and with every step she took outside the ER doors, she could breathe just a bit easier.  And by the time she reached the employee parking lot, the dark clouds of a bad day seemed to be rolling away to make room for her normal, sunny disposition.  Naturally, that’s when she saw it: a discarded spray paint can underneath what seemed to be a fresh tag.  Cue kill bill sirens.  It took her a moment to realize the background noise she hadn’t been paying much mind to as white noise was simply apart of hospital life, was not one she was accustomed to hearing.  Turning a corner, her eyes widened as she stumbled on what she assumed was the culprit, still going at it with now a fresh can of spray paint.

“Alright, Picasso.  You have five seconds to drop the can and run before I call hospital security.”  Was she furious?  Yes.  But coming from where she did and growing up how she did, she knew in a city like King’s Landing spray painting was fairly innocuous, and she wasn’t about to try and get a kid arrested for that when so many other things were going on.

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somehow the idea of the hospital being oh so neutral seemed amusing to arya. she got it in her head somewhere down the line that if she, perhaps, tagged the building would be comical to her. she would love to see what people thought of that --- if it would cause others to declare war on something that’s so simple as a fucking spray paint job. which is exactly why arya found a spot near the side of the building --- hopefully far enough away from the noise and people coming in and out. then again, getting caught is part of the fun.

her usual supplies laid in a black bag next to her, open. spray cans that she completely finished and used up, discarded around her. she barely just got started, nowhere close to finishing her work when a voice seemed to come out of nowhere. thank the gods that she was wearing some disposable mask to keep herself from breathing in the fumes. she tried to ignore the other, hastily finishing the job before she has to bolt. it won’t look good but it’ll be complete. “ give me like, five more minutes? nearly done over here. ” ah yes, arguing with someone who threatened to call security. a smart move on her part.

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commandcnt​:

she was covered in glitter ( not hers ) ; she’d sold an obscene amount of tequila to a dude  who spent twenty whole minutes mansplaining exactly why whisky was superior ; she’d even watched a whole tully fight happen in the upstairs balcony –– complete with smashed bottles they’d already paid for. so it was on the right side of midnight, demons were catching up to the people fighting them with overpriced booze and too loud music, and lorra was just bored enough to want a little fun. 

                       beelining for one particular table in the far corner, her smile was somewhere between strawberry shortcake and absolute mayhem. “ you, ” she began with the cock of an eyebrow, setting a fresh bottle down, “ look like you need a drink. ” after the wedding, the city had been pretty dead. ( boo hoo, whatever. ) but people always found refuge in the club ; secrets in tow. “ tell you what –– tell me what’s on your mind, and you get a drink on the house. ”

                                                                                 ––––– open starter ; the moon door club.

the wedding turned out to be absolute batshit bullshit. and strangely enough, arya called it. okay, not really. she wanted to start shit, not others starting that kind of shit. and what makes no fucking sense to her is the story of her aunt and baelish. people know they died, like, that’s not really a secret. so what was the absolute point? fine. whatever. arya was done arguing her points and getting nowhere with that. it’s time for her to find some kind of distraction and what better way to do so than in the moon door club?

“ me, ” a smile immediately grew on her face when she heard her absolute favorite voice. it was not much of a surprise to see lorna around here, honestly she’s just wondering why it took the other so long. “ aww babe. i was just thinking how dope i look in these glasses. ” honestly, the shit in her head was nothing. she would just like a drink to silence it all. “ so about that drink.. ”

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iiceandfire​:

jon chuckles, and ruffles her hair a little bit,  ‘ of course we can. ’  they sneak a look over to the open bar and then back at aunt catelyn to make sure the older woman wasn’t keeping an eye on them. hopefully they can slip in and away without a hitch. jon was usually more turned away from arya’s antics, more often giving her something else to focus on like they were distracting a child with a shiny object than edging her on, but times were tough and they needed a distraction themselves. 

‘ uh … ’  jon took a step away from arya. they always tried to block that part of the family business out of their mind, not wanting anything to do with it least of all knowledge of it. her asking for tips reminds jon so coldly about what she does for the starks, what everyone in this room does for their own respective families, and how jon is out of place here despite their blood relation.  ‘ i’m probably not the best person to ask, ’  jon resigns.  ‘ the most i do is take boxing lessons from brienne, you know that. ’

if it were anyone else, arya would have swatted their hand away, swore up and down that she’ll kick their ass. but this was jon and when they ruffle her hair, that was absolutely nothing. eyes follow their own gaze towards her mother and immediately she rolled them. “ she won’t even notice. pretty sure she has her hand full with aunt lysa, ” not to mention jon’s parents, but arya figured it would be best not to mention them right now.

her eyes look back at him as she shrugged. “ ugh. you aren’t. ” she should just ask theon, but she strongly doubts that mr. detective would help her, even if he does work with the family now. “ whatever, i’ll figure something out later. let’s just get the drinks now. ”  

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she chuckles again. it’s not like olenna sees herself in this girl, rather that olenna finds her apparent scrappiness endearing. now that she knows her name, she’s a little more familiar, knowing the names of the stark children somewhere in the back of her mind. yes, olenna knew how catelyn and ned could be sometimes and being a child of a handful of siblings can get suffocating.  ‘ i’m saying you should be observant is all. it doesn’t necessarily need to make you a good thief — i would never encourage you do do such a thing, ’  olenna tells her with the corner of her mouth tilted up. 

olenna hums,  ‘ perhaps learn to negotiate then. she wants you in a dress but you feel more comfortable in something casual. fight her for what you want, but give her something in return. maybe a pantsuit or at the very least something with pockets. ’  she holds her glass up to cheers with arya.  ‘ are you enjoying yourself ? happy that your aunt lysa is married again ? ’

it’s always a question of who knows her based on her family name or not --- a solid reason why arya hardly ever introduces herself as arya stark. it’s usually just arya. letting that be all strangers know --- though, considering the fact that she’s talking to olenna tyrell, she’s certain the other would know her through her first name alone. it’s odd to think about how much she cares about her family and how much she seeks to distance herself from them at the same time. but she’s here, an active member of her family. isn’t that enough? “ mmm. these are great tips. if i were ever to become a thief. not that i would. ever. nope. ” did she do a good job at being convincing? arya thinks so.

a small smirk crossed her face as she pulled her dress away to show the shoes of her choosing. “ i mean, does this count? i might --- not have negotiated this but like. what she doesn’t know isn’t going to hurt her. ” though she would have rocked a pantsuit. a thought for next time. once her aunt was brought up, eyes moved around the room to see if she could spot the gushing bride --- if one could call her aunt that. “ yeah. thrilled. beetlejuice or baelick or whatever his name is, is a stand up dude. love him. ” who does she dislike more? rhaegar or baelish? it’s a close one.

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shcbear​:

“Half my age?” Dacey asked, incredulous.  She couldn’t tell if Arya was joking or not, her features not betraying her true intentions.  “I’m only 7 years older than you, Arya.  You could only wish to look this good at 30.”  she finished as she batted away the napkin Arya sent her way.  “And I’ll have you know I take after my mother, who at 60 has not one grey hair.”  Looks weren’t something Dacey prioritized, so she wasn’t sure why she felt so defensive.  Oh how the tables turn.  “Okay but truthfully you definitely could.  Plus having hair with no pigment makes it easier to dye it all sorts of other crazy colors.” She offered up, before snatching an appetizer off a passing tray and popping it in her mouth.

“ yeah, i stand by what i said. ” there was no hiding the satisfying grin on her face once she knew that she won this little round of whatever this was. “ you’re thirty? wow. i would have never guessed. you actually look way older. this is a yikes. ” arya is basically asking dacey to drop kick her at this point --- something she’s certain the other could do, but would actively deny if asked. “ okay but seriously, yes. can you imagine if i showed up at my house with like bright pink hair? i bet ya my mother wouldn’t talk to me for at least a month. and that, sounds like a dream. ”

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