Can I play with madness?

The dark noise was swept all around her, she walked around the small dwelling that, she and her boyfriend shared. The light of dawn still hours away, her soul was as lively as ever. She wriggled down the small steps and straggled the few footsteps down to her front door and slipped on his large coat, after breathing in his scent she slipped outside to the small porch and breathed in the chilled sharp air. Filling her lungs with lots of it, she breathed out and watched her breath go in the white plume. She was on the edge of madness, it had been a week and he was still not back. She promised to stay strong when he was on business; she was trying hard not to fall back on the monster. Damn what she promised. She was Arya Stark, daughter of Eddard Stark; the Direwolf. She could do whatever she dammed wanted. Yet she was a Stark, and she wasn't about to break her promise, at least not to him, maybe she could survive. Another few hours, or days or however long it took his blunt self-back. He had to go on trips a lot; it gave her time to think. She loved the independent feel it gave her. Being the free spirited rebel she was, it was only a matter of time before she would something stupid, without her bull to hold her back. She walked around the porch and watched the rays of light peek out from the trees. She stood there in awe and wanted to see more. She needed to. Her feet started to move faster and faster. Her slippers and bare ankles tingled, feeling the cold dew from the tall grass. She ran and ran and felt his coat fly and the rush of morn air. She got between two trees and watched that glimpse of the sun but she wanted more. The trees didn't look that tall today, so she started to climb. Slippers are the not best for climbing trees and holding a grip. Yet she climbed anyways, she almost slipped but always caught herself. Wolves are the best climbers. When she reached a branch big enough to hold her she crawled over and sat on it. She could see the sun glance above the horizon. She loved it, she wanted to reach out and hold the large ball of fire close to her. A vibration went off from her pocket. Her phone was buzzing; he was calling. With shaking fingers she answered him and warmth went to her heart as she heard his voice.

"Hey."

"Hey moron." She said as she tried to keep her balance on the tree.

"I thought you would be asleep, but I thought I would call anyways." She smiled and rolled her eyes. "Anyways I'll be home sometime tonight." Her eyes widened at the thought of her boyfriend coming home. She missed her bull. She breathed out and laughed slightly.

"Great! I'm still going to punch you though. Making me miss you and be alone." He sighed knowing he was doomed. "Oh Gen, the sunrise is so beautiful, you should be here. Just hurry up." He smiled

"I'll try to make it there fast. I promise. Baratheon honor." She laughed.

"Baratheon's have no honor stupid." She laughed as she said that; she knew it pissed him off. Yelling was heard at the other end of the line. He just groaned.

"Gotta go, be there soon. Love you Arry." A tear came to her eye, she hated that name, yet when he said it she didn't mind it so much.

"Love you to, you stupid bull."

With that they hung up, and Arya started to climb down the tree and walk to the small dwelling, she had stuff to get ready and a bull to see.

Hey y'all, so I love gendarya so here. This was a one-shot idea I came up with so I hope you liked it. : 3 Have a good day and remember to read and review.

~Slowpoke