Game of Thrones: Not So Different – Arya
Chapter 10 of my side of mine and Marina's Game of Thrones Collab, enjoy.
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Chapter 10
Sitting on the edge of her bed, Arya smiled; she never imagined she'd be in this sort of situation when she first woke up at the Institute, but now, here she was. When she heard there was a good chance of her being sent home soon, she almost didn't believe it.
'That's not all, Lancel's getting out too, in fact, he gets out today...Lucky guy.' She thought with a smile.
It was at that moment she heard the knock on her door and knew who it was even before it opened, sure enough, Lancel stepped in.
She grinned at him in greeting. "Hey. So, I heard the news. You got a get out of jail card?"
He found himself smiling back, though awkwardly.
"I'll miss our talks." He admitted
He saw her softening.
"As weird as it sounds, me too."
He paused for a moment and then revealed. "Sansa has my number, if you want to... Call."
She nodded at that. They remained silent for a while until she saw his face light up.
"Fuck, I almost forgot! I'll be back!"
Two minutes later, he had returned, with a drawing.
"You still didn't tell me what you wanted, but I felt it could make you wait until you have an idea." He explained
She discovered herself as a swordsman, in black and white. She was a bit younger,. She had messy hair. It was falling on her shoulders and the part that had been pulled back from the birth of her forehead to the back of her skull was style into a ponytail that blended with the gentle waves she had.
She noticed Lancel had remembered she was left handed, she was carrying her wooden sword in her left hand, apparently for practice, judging by her concentrated yet relaxed expression. She was wearing a large blouse like top, dark breeches, a belt and some kind of heavy protective skirt that fell on top of her knees. She had boots on. She assumed the background was King's Landing. Arya Stark as he saw her if they had lived back at the birth of the third century after Aegon's Conquest. She wondered how much time he took. She was amazed by the traits, their softness, how detailed it was. But what touched her were all the details. He had cared enough to remember what she liked, what she looked like, she could feel there was, behind those pencils traits, a real job of researches.
"I love it." She said softly, feeling touched, almost moved. "This is amazing. Thank you."
Lancel shrugged, smiling. "I still owe you something. You said you'd find an idea."
"You and me." She replied without hesitation.
He looked confused.
She clarified. "You and me here, talking our hearts out. I want to remember our time here, when we realized we were more alike than we thought. I want to remember to look past things. I want to remember that life can be weird but also hella great."
"Someone loves Chloe Price." He remarked smiling. "Deal then. I'll see what I can do."
"I'm happy you can go home." She admitted
"Promise me to tell me when you go home too."
It was weird, she thought, how she could almost call Lancel a friend. She actually found herself hoping their relationship could go further these walls.
"Now, I owe you something. For this drawing." She remarked.
"It's a gift." He replied modestly.
She grinned at that. "So is your talent. Never forget that."
Lancel nodded and left. Arya smiled, putting the drawing on her bedside table.
She was even more amazed when it turned out to be the following day she found herself being released from the Institute; Having gotten dressed and having packed up everything she had with her, which admittedly wasn't much, she looked around.
'It's weird...I hated being here, but now...I'm going home and, and I don't know...' She reflected. 'Am I ready for this?'
Shaking her head she pushed her thoughts aside and readied herself; just as she heard the knock at the door. She turned, her smile widening as her parents entered.
"Arya..." Her mother whispered; smiling.
Arya grinned. "Hey mom, well, this is it."
Catelyn immediately hugged her youngest daughter, overjoyed; Arya was better, not completely, but enough. She was coming home.
"I promise Arya...This will get better." She whispered.
Arya bit her lip and tightened her grip as she embraced her mother. "I know."
Parting Arya turned to her father who was also smiling; they also embraced and before long, Arya had gathered up her belongings and they were heading out of the Institute. It wasn't until she was out of the building and in her father's car, as the drive home began, that it truly hit Arya. She was going home, she grinned at the thought and, despite her nervousness, was overjoyed and hopeful.
Arriving home she noted the cars in the driveway.
"Mum, dad, what…?"
They both smiled and just nodded and Arya had a nasty feeling she knew what it was.
"Gods, you didn't." She muttered.
But they had, as she entered she found other family members there. Although to her relief, not too many, just her Grandfather Hostor, Great Uncle Bryden and Uncle Benjen. Her siblings were there too, and when Jon entered from the kitchen she grinned widely.
"Hey, Arya...welcome back." Robb greeted her with a warm smile.
The others all smiled and welcomed her back too, all of them warm and, to her amazement and relief, all of them genuine. Then Gendry entered and smiled, nodding to her and she felt complete. After so long, she was happy, she was safe, she was home.
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