Arya
The Waif had been at Winterfell for two weeks and Arya had to watch as The Waif slime her way into Jon's inner circle, Arya didn't know how and couldn't do anything about it. Jon was still angry at her and barely talked to her. Arya felt miserable, coming home wasn't meant to be like this. For once if her life she was happy to have Sansa, Arya felt herself grow close to her sister even telling Sansa little things about what happened to her. Starting it Kings landing all the way to Braavos, Arya said she wasn't ready to tell her about Braavos. Sansa understood and Arya found it was the only time she was happy.
Arya hadn't been sleeping either, her nightmares were trapping her for longer periods of time making her feel disorientated, and once she was free she would go and watch Jon sleep, to make sure The Waif didn't kill him. Arya flee from his room when she started to see the sun coming up and slept for a few more hours until a maid came. She then would fall asleep at the library before the evening meal. To make matters worse she was starting to dream of Jon pushing her against a wall and would wake to feel longing for Jon's body against hers. Arya looked over from next to Sansa to see Jon was only paying the Waif attention, Arya looked at Sansa who was looking around at the empty hall. Arya wanted to scream, to scratch the Waif's eyes out, kill her. After their first conversation The Waif payed her no attention. Sometimes Arya thought it would have been easier to just stay as No One. Arya had tried to talk to Jon about The Waif warning him, but the more Arya tried the more Jon gravitated to The Waif. Arya excused herself and left, going to the Gods Wood.
She sat by the heart tree and asked her Father if he was up there and what to do. She put her head on the tree and listened hoping to get an answer. She heard footsteps, they weren't in a hurry, if Arya wasn't feeling like she would pass out anytime soon she would have concentrated on who's they were but they weren't hers so Arya didn't care. She kept her eyes closed but waited, they came to a stop just in front of her, she opened them slowly to see Jon was standing there with Longclaw, he was going to clean it. He was staring at her and Arya knew she would have to make the first move, she got up and moved past him not looking at him focusing on the ground when he called out to her
'You don't look good' she turned back around
'Haven't been sleeping' she mumbled
'Nightmares?' she nodded
'Something like that'
'You look like your haunted' he replied
'Well I can't tell you about it.' she sighed and turned away before he could reply.
Arya sat up again and looked around, her vision was blurry, she couldn't breath and her head felt like it was too heavy. She got out of her bed and was out of the door without any furs on, she used to wall as support, she needed to tell Jon she couldn't live with it anymore, she needed him to hug her, to let her lie in his bed with him, like they did when they were younger. She was shaking but she didn't feel the cold. She heard herself knock on his door before she felt it. The door opened and the first thing Arya noticed was Jon had his hair down and he had bed hair.
'Arya what are you doing here?' Jon asked, he looked agitated stepping from side to side
'I need to talk to you can I come in?' she stuttered, Jon looked back into the chambers then back to her
'I don't think it is a good idea it is not proper' Arya looked at Jon then she heard a voice from behind the door
'Who is it?' it felt like a knife stabbed her in the heart, the Waif was in his room. Arya managed to get it together to say
'Your right this was a bad idea' before she went towards Sansa's chambers, stumbling as she did, her head was pounding the pain in her chest was increasing. Jon didn't come after her, she didn't think he would, once she reached Sansa's room she crept in and got a parchment telling Sansa she was going to see Nymeria. When she was walking out of the gates, the guards didn't see her, Arya didn't know how much longer before she blacked out, she didn't know what was happening, verything hurt, Jon, her nightmares, they felt so real, and not having enough sleep, it was hard to keep walking. The pain in her chest was as reaching max, Arya moved off into the bushes before she found Nymeria the world spun one last time before the world came up to meet her and the hard ground welcomed her as well as falling into emptiness.
Jon
When Jon looked at Arya theses days he wished he could hug her up and make the world right, but he was being stubborn and he wouldn't give in. He also didn't have time he had to help Mercy, she had lost her home from Lannister's and the men who killed her father took turns to rape her. Jon didn't understand why Arya wouldn't stop trying to get him to get rid of Mercy, Arya was saying she was dangerous but Jon didn't take her word, she was lying all the time and nothing Jon did made her tell him the truth. Jon walked into the godswood to clean and sharpen Longclaw, it was the only time he got time to himself, often most nights, he would wake up just after the sun was coming up and have the feeling someone was watching him. He found her sitting with her eyes closed against the heart tree, she looked like shit, unwell, Jon hadn't had a look at her since her last attempt to get rid of Mercy, she looked worse since then, she was paler, even skinnier and had bags under her eyes. She opened her eyes and they looked haunted and dull, they didn't have the normal spark, he couldn't move, had he done this? She got up and moved past him, not speaking or looking at him.
'You don't look good' he said before be could stop himself, she turned back around
'Haven't been sleeping' she mumbled Jon nearly didn't hear it,
'Nightmares?' she nodded, how bad could her nightmares be?
'Something like that' she didn't look at him still
'You look like your haunted' he replied he wanted her to yell at him, look at him something
'Well I can't tell you about it.' she sighed and turned away before he could reply, he wouldn't lie it hurt.
That night, Mercy had come to him and woken him up saying she needed to talk to him, he got out of bed and lighted a few candles, once he was done, another knock, he opened it and he felt his heart stop, His eyes racked over his exposed skin, she wasn't wearing any furs, he looked to her face and he couldn't breathe. Arya looked like she was ready to pass out, he looked back at her skin and saw her skin had formed Goosebumps but if she knew he had Mercy in his chambers he wouldn't hear the end of it, even if Arya was sick she still would give him an ear full.
'Arya what are you doing here?' she looked at him
'I need to talk to you can I come in?' Jon looked back into the chambers then back to Arya
'I don't think it is a good idea it is not proper' he didn't care about it being proper but he couldn't let her come in, but Mercy decided to make her presence known
'Who is it?' Arya looked at him, and for the first time he saw raw emotion come across Arya's face she opened her mouth and her eyes looked like the broke. She swallowed before saying
'You right this was a bad idea' and left him a second time that day, this time she surprised him she went without a fight, she didn't go in the direction of her chambers, she was most likely going to Sansa's. They had become very close after theses weeks. He went back in saying to Mercy she should leave.
When Jon, Sansa and Mercy broke fast Arya was absent, 'Where is Arya?' Mercy asked,
'She left a note saying she was going to see Nymeria' Jon looked at Sansa,
'When did she give you the note'
'I don't know it was there when I woke up' Sansa went back to eating, but something at the back on his mind told him something was wrong. Ghost entered the room and Jon gave him a pat behind the ears, Ghost looked at Mercy who smiled and put her hand out, Ghost snapped and snarled at her and Mercy retreated her hand,
'He doesn't like many people, Arya is his favourite, now she is home. Then only me, Jon and a few selected others' Sansa said, Jon looked at Mercy and apologised. Ghost looked back at Jon and whined
'He wants to go for a walk' Jon got up and left the hall. Jon followed Ghost out past the gates. He walked out into a small clearing when he saw a wolf pack, they all turned their heads, all but three got up and snarled, the biggest one, Nymeria snarled at them, she was lying down, she whined and the other two got up, he saw a body lying down and Jon ran to it, Arya was on the frozen floor, he shook her and she stirred. She opened her eyes and they landed on his, she then looked around before sitting up.
'What happened Arya?' she looked around again
'I don't remember, I woke up then I o' she stopped and stood up
'Arya talk to me, I found you passed out, and you came to me last night' She turned back and Arya had a set look on her face
'Forget it Jon, I was vulnerable last night, and I was going to tell you everything, and I am glad I didn't so forget it.' she spun around and for the third time in the space of two days she left him behind.
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