House of Stark
(reunions for the dead)
Arya Stark
|This not a complete family reunion, if Ned isn't there.|
The air was squeezed out of her as her mother hugged, profusely saying:
I love you
I've miss you so much
Her left ear is heated with Lynn's warm breath. Love words are whispered into her ear: I've missed you so much… my dear, I love you… its going be alright now.
As Arya lies down on her cot, she tries not to unleash her fury and cut everything in sight. Clutching at the thin sheets, her rage does not cease. She had watched her father die, watched as he was beheaded, hear the sound of the sword swish in the air and the scream of her sister. Arya tosses, sleep is far away tonight.
In the morning, when all of them are having breakfast—Arya bears with it, they pretend as if everything was alright, like none of them were separated from home, like their father wasn't beheaded and Arya witnessed it; pretend like they aren't missing him one bit.
So she bears with it, avoids as much as she could, their smiles and questions. Instead she pretends that Ned was with them, his laughter booming, echoing as he ruffled her hair. Appraising her for being independent and how prominent she became with handling her sword.
It isn't enough though, so when night comes with a full moon, Arya sits at the dim hallway near their balcony watching the sky as she tries to remember the slipping mental of Ned in her mind.
A door creaks open slightly, and Arya doesn't bother to wipe away the tears flowing down her face, doesn't even spare him a glance. Rickon stood silently besides her, looking at her for a moment before looking at the sky too,
"Do you miss him?"
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