August Auction | Day 18, Auction 1 | [fandom] Game of Thrones
IPC #130 | [object] Pebble
365 #211 | Murder
Summer Seasonal Prompts
Friendship Week | AryaGendry
Monthlies & Fortnightlies
Pick-a-Wick | 27. Sea Breeze | [setting] beach
Skyscraper | 6. [word] mesmerizing
WC: 333
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Arya stood on the pebbled beach and watched the mesmerizing waves, feeling the wind rustling her short hair. It was cool, especially with the sea breeze, but she didn't mind. Her training had long ago taught her to ignore things as meaningless as the weather. She had promised herself that she would give up her murderous ways now that the war for Westeros was over, but in truth, she hardly knew what else there was. Seven years. It had been seven years since her father's murder. Seven years of training and torment and deprivation. She felt like it had made her hard and unfeeling. Though of course she knew that wasn't true, she still couldn't help but feel like there was something wrong with her. Once upon a time, Sansa would have told her that a seventeen year old girl ought to have little else on her mind but the most handsome boy of her acquaintance. But then, Sansa had changed too. Perhaps that wouldn't be her advice anymore.
Gendry appeared by her side, his presence part of his mission to make sure that she always remembered the feelings she did have. She wasn't exactly sure what those feelings were. Perhaps just a willingness to accept some kind of companionship. A lack of fear that he would be stolen away from her in the night, or else try to kill her in her sleep. Trust, she supposed. And did she really need anything else in her life? She had trust and a ship that would take her anywhere she pleased.
"Ready to sail away?" he asked her, always prepared to follow her lead.
"Yes, most definitely" Arya answered, nodding. "I think we should go east first, and see what's at the end of the world."
"East it is, then," Gendry agreed.
Arya turned around, the pebbles crunching beneath her boots as she walked back toward the city. The docks were just a short way away, and there her ship waited to carry them away from Westeros.