A/N: you can find the picture here: post/88084932863/writers-block-a-picture-says-a-thousand-words
I haven't written in so long so this might be a little bland but tell me what you guys think nonetheless. :)
It was midnight and she was out on the balcony in her white sleeping gown. The cold winds were blowing, autumn is upon us and winter is coming on fast. She hugged herself and shivered under the pale moon sky, thinking of her long lost sister.
How she longs for the days of her girlhood - chasing her sister around the halls of Winterfell, listening to Old Nan's stories, and praying in the godswood. But Winterfell is gone and Arya's been missing for five-and-twenty years.
She looked up at the stars and wondered where in this whole wide world could her sister be. Her husband had sent out people to search for her in Essos but she could not be found. It had been a decade since the last search, but she never lost hope.
At midnight, she kneels and prays to the Crone to guide her sister's path, to the Mother to keep her safe, to the Smith to make her strong, and to the Warrior to give her courage. She would've prayed to the old gods, too, if only there was a godswood in Clegane Keep.
She stood and wiped the tears from her eyes and was surprised to see Sandor walking down the staircase. He strode to where she was standing and wrapped her in a blue silk blanket embroidered with stars, that her half-brother had given her on her last nameday.
"Still praying for the little she-wolf?" Sandor whispered as he held her - her back against his front.
She nodded and rested her head on his chest. He looped his arms around her waist and kissed her temple.
"Every night I watch you leave our bed and cry. Aren't you happy?" he fears that I'll leave him, her heart clenched.
She turned to look him in the eye, "What kind of question is that? Of course, I'm happy." She took his face in her hands, "I'm happy because you're here."
"But Arya - "
She hushed him, "I know, Sandor. I miss her terribly and I'm sad because I can't see her nor any of my brothers but I'm happy with you. And if we can never find her, or if by some weird twist of fate that we do, I'd still be happy."
His lips formed a smile and he rested his forehead on hers, "We'll search for her again, we'll start in a fortnight. I'll lead the search myself." Sandor promised her and she felt tears threatening to spill out of her eyes.
"Thank you, Sandor. But promise me that you will come back home to me, with or without my sister. I don't want to lose you, too."
He pulled her closer and buried his face in the crook of her neck, "Aye, little bird, I promise."