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Post by arya stark on Aug 25, 2014 19:44:49 GMT
 fear cuts deeper Arya paced back and forth in front of the horse, staring off into the distance. What were the chances of her escaping? It wasn’t like he was faster than her. Granted if she did escape, she would need to do so on the horse or get rid of the horse all together. Arya sighed loudly and dropped to the ground. What was the point? It wasn’t like the Hound was taking her anywhere she didn’t want to go. He was taking her to her mother and brother. Granted she would have preferred her captor to be anyone BUT him. Okay maybe not anyone. She certainly wouldn’t want to be stuck with Joffrey. Or Cersei. Okay he was third on the list of people she didn’t want around her. Third wasn’t one but it was still pretty high on the list. She sent a glare at the hound, before turning her head back towards freedom. “If I were to escape I don’t think you could catch me.” Yes that was challenge. Arya was hoping he would take the bait much like her brothers would have. It was how she got them to do things. Whenever Arya was free from her lady lessons, she would challenge Jon to something. Often turning it into a game or a bet. She was hoping it would happen with the Hound. If she could turn this into a bet, she would do anything to win. Just having the chance to escape would be enough for Arya. |
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Post by sandor clegane on Aug 26, 2014 2:28:39 GMT
fuck the kingsguard. fuck
the city. fuck the king.
Sandor lifted his flask to his lips, though there was barely anything left in it. He frowned, turning it upside down and letting the last few drops fall out onto the ground. Well that was great. Wonderful. No alcohol. He glanced up at the girl who was pacing incessantly in front of his horse as he clipped the flask back onto his belt. ”For fucks sake, sit down.” If she didn’t she was going to complain about being tired later and he didn’t want to hear that shit. She already managed to find enough things to complain about. Sometimes The Hound wondered why he even bothered putting up with her as long as he had. The bitch was more trouble than she was worth. But then he remembered that Catylen and Robb were going to pay him extremely handsomely for the girl. And he needed that money considering he’d sort of told the Lannisters to go fuck themselves.. or each other.. or whoever it was that they wanted to fuck. It hadn't been his most well thought out plan. ”If I were to escape I don’t think you could catch me.” He barely turned to acknowledge her when she spoke to him. ”If you believed that, you’d have escaped already.” He wasn’t stupid. He was pretty sure she wasn’t stupid either. Then again, stupid people seemed to be living a lot longer these days, so it was hard to be sure. He was pretty sure he'd be finding out soon enough.
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Post by arya stark on Aug 30, 2014 0:02:48 GMT
fear cuts deeper For fucks sake, sit down. Arya sent him a hard glare. Yea she’ll sit down when he stops drinking. She’ll sit down when she doesn’t feel like her life is in danger. She will sit down when everyone on her list, which includes the Hound, is dead. Arya wanted to say all of these but she simply stated, “No.” He wasn’t her father. Her father was dead and her sister was somewhere still in King’s Landing. Probably still being tortured by Joffrey. Arya was in no mood to behave, or obey him. Arya kept pacing about, now knowing that it was irritating him. For whatever reason. It wasn’t like she was bothering him. If you believed that, you’d have escaped already. Arya paused mid step and turned to glare at him again. “Maybe I just want to time it right.” It wasn’t like he ever took his eyes off of her. Except to pee. Okay so there was a perfect moment. But again she had to figure out how to get rid of the horse. She couldn’t use the horse, it wouldn’t be able to move in small places and climb trees. And he couldn’t have the horse because it was too fast. She couldn’t out run it. “Want to make a bet out of it?” So coaxing him wasn’t working might as outright ask him. Surely he wouldn’t want to pass up a moment to get Arya to stop being such a brat. Though that wasn’t going to happen even if he did. Which he wasn’t going to. |
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Post by sandor clegane on Sept 1, 2014 8:56:14 GMT
fuck the kingsguard. fuck
the city. fuck the king.
”No.” The Hound rolled his eyes. Whatever, they weren’t stopping again later. He didn’t really know what the little brat’s problem was because she was safer sticking with him than she was on her own anyway. Regardless of how well she’d managed to convince people she was a boy, Sandor was still a better fighter than her and they'd made more ground in the last few days than she had since leaving King's Landing. ”Maybe I just want to time it right.” Yeah, sure. ”Maybe you just like being an annoying little shit.” That one sounded more likely to him. Again, if the little girl wanted to run away she would have been running, not talking about it. He got to his feet, grabbing the horse’s reigns. ”Want to make a bet out of it?” He looked down at the girl, irritated. ”You have nothing to offer me.” he said simply. The whole point of a bet was to win something. Arya had nothing worth his while aside from her person. And he already owned that.
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Post by arya stark on Sept 30, 2014 20:10:17 GMT
fear cuts deeper Arya could not stand this guy no matter what he said or did in the future or in the past. She could not stand the Hound or the Mountain. To be perfectly honest the first moment she got she was going to stab him in the throat. He was on her list. He was going to die. However if Arya had the chance to escape before the chance to kill him, she was going to take it. Maybe you just like being an annoying little shit. “Knowing I can annoy you makes you less intimidating…. What kind of warrior lets a little girl get under their skin?” Yes Arya was poking an already angry bear with a stick. But she didn’t care. He poked first. And yea yea two wrongs don’t make a right, but she didn’t care about that either. Her father was dead. Her sister was a prisoner to the family that killed him. Her favorite older brother was off at the Wall somewhere. Her other older brother was leading a war, that her mother created. Arya could give two shits about this guy right here. Her life was pretty much in shambles. Arya was just trying to survive at this point. And when she did survive and come out of this alive, she was going after everyone on her list. She watched him closely as he grabbed the horse’s reigns. You have nothing to offer me. “How about silence and cooperation?” For someone who was apparently getting so annoyed with her, he should like the idea of that. |
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Post by sandor clegane on Nov 10, 2014 22:17:40 GMT
fuck the kingsguard. fuck
the city. fuck the king.
”Knowing I can annoy you makes you less intimidating.. What kind of warrior lets a little girl get under their skin?” ”The kind that’s used to killing people instead of having conversations with them.” Sandor responded gruffly, not needing any time to think about it. Killing people was easy. Dealing with them was another matter. At least Joffrey had spent most of the time pretending that The Hound didn’t exist. Listening to the little shit terrorize people was easy when all he had to do was stand there and look intimidating. But Arya was intent on doing everything in her power to provoke him and he didn't have the restraint for that. ”How about silence and cooperation?” That did pike his interest. ”I don’t believe you,” he scoffed, grabbing her arm and pulling her forward. She was bluffing. He was pretty sure she was incapable of being quiet if she tried.
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