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Post by arya stark on Aug 28, 2014 4:04:33 GMT
fear cuts deeper Of all the people to die and of all the things to happen, this was the least expected. It was a silly notion but Arya always imagined Ned as invincible. He was her father, the man she looked up to. He was good and honest. And he was dead because of some brat for a king and his family. It was nearly impossible for the girl to wrap her head around. Though she was glad when her father’s friend, Yoren, had stopped her from watching. As much as Arya despised the idea of her father being killed. Watching it would probably destroy her. He was dead, Arya had to make herself come to terms with that and soon. Yoren had promised to take her to Winterfell on his way to the Wall. However Arya couldn’t go as Arya Stark. That would bring too much attention from any Lannister soldier. And any recruit Yoren claimed during his trip to King’s Landing. So he cut her hair, quite violently, but still did it. And now she was posing as a boy named ‘Arry. Which made going to the bathroom very difficult, especially when you were trying to hide a certain part of you that couldn’t be helped. Even with a disguise. Though that was really the least of her concern.
Yoren had stopped the caravan for the day in the forest. Telling everyone they had to make camp or fish or do something helpful. Honestly Arya wasn’t paying much attention. She just watched as everyone began grabbing water and such. For the most part the girl had kept to herself. Talking to Yoren and Gendry. But that was very rare. She grabbed her canteen when she spotted a freed spot by the small stream. The spot was small but so was she. The girl sat down and began to fill her canteen. Not bothering to glance up. Arya was going to keep her head and eyes down, she just wanted to get to Winterfell. To see her family. Then once she saw her family and possibly got one good night’s sleep, she was going to start her plan of revenge. Arya was planning on killing anyone that had to do with her father’s death, no matter what. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she didn’t. It was what her father deserved. And it was what she wanted. Arya had watched her father take orders and do things others wanted, and look where it got him. And Sansa, look where she was. Arya was going to do this, not because it was going to bring her father back, but because she wanted to. The small girl quickly stood and spun around, knocking into someone. The canteen dropped from her hands. “Sorry,” she muttered, not really genuine at all. tagged: @samael
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2014 6:50:24 GMT
This was stupid! Sam was really pissed off. All he did was pick up some girl and carry her for about 100 feet when soldiers came and arrested him. The girl's father actually made him choose between getting beheaded and going to rot at some wall with a bunch of gay men. Both were stupid options. Sam wanted to be free!
Vowing to make a break for it at the first opportunity, Sam chose the lesser of the two evils--joining the Night's Watch at the wall. At least that option bought him some time. Getting decapitated would get him no where fast. Besides, he got to keep his axe, which was a gift he got from one of his mother's clients when he was younger. It wasn't much, but it was the only gift he ever received, and that was enough to make it important.
After being forced to watch some dude get beheaded, Sam left King's Landing with a bunch of other guys marching of to join the Night's Watch. He didn't like it one bit. But, at least he was finally free of his deadbeat mother and the horrors of the harem. He'd never have to see another girl again. If not for the rotting at the wall while being treated like a slave part, he might actually like being a member of the Night's Watch just to escape women.
Sam kept to himself during the journey, speaking to no one. They were either retards for volunteering for this crap or forced into this like he was, which meant they must have done something the soldiers didn't like. It didn't necessarily make them bad people. However, he was going to blow this joint so there was no point in making friends with the others. The less they knew about him, the better.
The group finally made camp in a forest. While everyone was wandering around doing stuff, Sam decided to make his escape while the slave driver (Yoren) was distracted with other boys. He crouched low and began to creep away. Some may have advised waiting until dark before trying to escape. But, that would be idiotic. How far could someone possibly get if he couldn't even see? That was a good way to walk into a tree!
No one tried to stop him. Things were looking good for him. Sam was about to make a break for it when someone smacked into him and knocked him over.
Thinking someone attacked him in an attempt to stop him from getting away, Sam grabbed the axe he had on his belt in case he needed to fight his way out. But, his presumed attacker apologized. It didn't sound very genuine. However, that wasn't important. The fact there was even an apology at all meant it was accidental rather than intentional.
Sam released his axe to look at the person who pushed him over. His eyes widened somewhat when he noticed it was just a little boy. He immediately regretted even reaching for his axe in the first place. The boy was so cute and adorable, Sam didn't even have the heart to scold him. Instead, Sam quickly got up on one knee and hugged the boy, holding him close as all thoughts of leaving vanished. This was one boy worth being gay for.
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Post by arya stark on Sept 2, 2014 21:45:59 GMT
fear cuts deeper Arya kept her head down wait for some sort of repercussion. It wasn’t like she was traveling with the nicest group of people. The girl had planned it all out in her head. They were going to yell, she was going to silently roll her eyes and walk away. Really, that was how it was supposed to happen. But did it happen like that? No. Arya was more than taken back when the stranger gave her a hug instead. She felt her face scrunch up in confusion. The small girl wiggled her way out of the grasp and took a couple steps back. He gave the boy a half glare, half confused look. “What are you doing?” Arya asked, thoroughly confused. The girl wasn’t a touchy person to begin with. Her family liked to wrestle and jump on each other’s backs, but they weren’t openly affectionate. So hugs were strange to her in the first place. Though when you add that with the situation she was in and well…hugs just weren’t normal to her. Arya glanced down at the axe the boy had and back up a little more. Okay so he was a crazy hug wielding axe person. Yeah, Arya wasn’t very keen in having him near her. She quickly glanced around for her water canteen, picking it up quickly. “I’m just…” she pointed behind her and began walking away slowly. Yea, that was weird.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2014 0:18:35 GMT
The hug was short, very short. Sam just barely managed to wrap his arms around the cute, little boy before he quickly wriggled free from his grasp and stepped a few feet away from him. He never even had a chance to hold the child close or feel any warmth.
Sam was heartbroken. His first attempt to reach out and seek companionship since being drafted into the Night's Watch had ended badly. How could he have been such a fool? Why didn't he just ignore the child and continue his attempt to escape? Why did he even touch the child in the first place? He was better off alone!
The boy glared at him, and asked him what he was doing.
Sam just stood there in silence for a few moments, not sure how to respond. At the moment, he was just standing there. Any moron could see that. So, why ask the question? Or, was the boy asking what he was doing before they bumped into each other? Perhaps the question had absolutely nothing to do with what was being asked? Perhaps what the boy was really asking for was why he just got hugged?
Apparently, the little cutie wasn't very patient because he quickly picked up a water canteen from the ground and walked away without waiting for a response.
Now was his chance! Now was the opportunity to resume his escape! But, Sam couldn't leave. He broke his most important rule--don't interact with anyone. He hugged someone, and not just anyone--a cute, little boy whom he yearned to hug again. He couldn't just leave him. He was concerned about what the old, gay men would do to the little cutie when they were alone with him by the Wall. How did men who vowed never to even look at women satisfy their natural urges anyway?
As Sam stared at the boy's petite, little arse as he slowly walked away, he couldn't help but feel an attraction toward the child. The kid was so cute he could easily substitute for a pretty girl. The horny, old men were bound to have similar attractions toward the attractive boy and make the his life a living hell.
Sam quickly walked after the boy. As ashamed as he was of himself for feeling a gay attraction toward another boy, he just couldn't run away knowing the cruel fate the poor kid was bound to face upon arriving at the Wall. "I'm sorry. I..."
Once Sam caught up to the cutie, he slowed down to match the boy's pace as he walked beside him. "I didn't mean to offend you. I just wanted to..." To what? To touch the kinky boy and feel the warmth of his body? Would that even be an appropriate thing to say at this point--especially since the boy had such a negative reaction to the hug? "Is hugging not the proper way to greet people where you come from?"
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