Avatar manages to tell a convincing story that is both funny at some times and threatening at others, i can absolutely take it seriously like woah. You also get an opportunity to choose things you would in an actual scenario!

The whole video is a debunk to me. They prove that evading capture, the part that is excluded from the narrative for how anticlimactic it is, can make for a breathtaking plot itself. And it's executed with ParrotX2 quality, truly underrated for how many views it has

Here you all are, an update to “Evading Capture” 

I literally started writing it a little over an hour ago and already have 2k words for this update. It will probably reach 3k before the end of tomorrow. 

Enjoy this sneak peek! 

She was desperate, that much was true. With the opportunity to get her sister back and take back Westeros, she wasn’t going to let it slip through her hands. Not when she thought she was truly alone in the world. Of course she had Gendry and they had pledged to be each other’s family, but she craved her blood.

The lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.

Arya was warm, really warm. The warmth encompassing her small frame shifted slightly, allowing cool wisps of air to coat her back, causing gooseflesh to spread throughout her body. She shivered slightly as she tried to bring the missing warmth back to her exposed body.

The events of the previous night were beginning to reemerge to her waking mind, causing the corners of her mouth to tug upward. There was a slight ache between her legs, a reminder of the pleasures her body had experienced just a few short hours ago. It was an interesting ache, one she welcomed and hoped to experience more than just this one time.

She hadn’t expected last night to happen.

Well, my fellow readers, I have updated!

This chapter literally picks up where the last one left off and it is basically all pillow talk. It’s not so much fluff, because they do get into some intense conversations, but its still pillow talk because their naked, in bed (its a cot) talking.

I also explore some of Arya’s deep feelings.

Anyway, hope you enjoy

Also I would like to mention that his WIP is coming to a close. I have to say there is probably four or five more chapters left until it’s wrapped. I am going to be so sad because it has become one of my favorites.

But enough talk about endings, lets just enjoy what we have right now!

Arya was warm, really warm. The warmth encompassing her small frame shifted slightly, allowing cool wisps of air to coat her back, causing gooseflesh to spread throughout her body. She shivered slightly as she tried to bring the missing warmth back to her exposed body.

The events of the previous night were beginning to reemerge to her waking mind, causing the corners of her mouth to tug upward. There was a slight ache between her legs, a reminder of the pleasures her body had experienced just a few short hours ago. It was an interesting ache, one she welcomed and hoped to experience more than just this one time.

She hadn’t expected last night to happen.

Arya had ignored her budding feeling for the brooding blacksmith, and when she finally broke, she wasn’t expecting him to be there like he was. He understood her more than she cared to admit, and that scared her. For people who cared about her often ended up dead.

It was a grim thought to be having, considering her mind was clouded with the intimacy she had just reciprocated to a man she trusted completely. But she’d be a fool to not think about the possibility of what could lie ahead. Just a few days ago, her mother and brother were alive and well, preparing to deceive a grotesque lord in order to secure a passage essential to winning a war. Now they laid dead; killed by men during a wedding, as they were too cowardly to do in on a battle field.

Arya realized that life is not guaranteed and that protecting the people she loved would prove a challenge, even for herself.

She had to protect Gendry, for she knew that if she were to lose him too, then her world would truly be shattered beyond repair. He was now her family, and not because of some spontaneous coupling in a worn down old shed, but because he listened and cared for her when no one else did. He came to find her during her drunken stupor, making sure that she didn’t do anything stupid. She knew that Beric and others, although they grew fond of her, would never had done the same.

Gendry was a different breed of man, the type one must grasp onto and never let go.

And that is what Arya had done.

She sunk her claws deep into him, claiming him as her own, never to let him go.

Because I have a proper computer with a proper keyboard and I felt like fucking posting a sneak peek of “Evading Capture” 

“It made her giggle; a way to diffuse the tension that was quickly gathering in the small shack. Gendry let out his own forced laugh as the pair began to dress their exposed bodies, with nothing but the deafening silence to keep them company. 

This was perhaps the most embarrassing moment in Arya’s life; and she had gone through a lot of embarrassing things in her nearly eighteen years of life. But the Brotherhood walking in on her naked, with an equally Naked Gendry, cuddled together in a small cot, won the coveted spot. She knew there was a probability of them entering the small shack while she and Gendry were enthralled in rather risqué activities, but the reality of that happening, at least in her mind, was slim.

Of course, she was proven wrong as a visibly upset Beric stood at the narrow entrance, with a blushing Hot Pie, a snickering Lem and an oblivious Thoros nipping at his back.

“Men,” Beric piped from the doorway, “Let’s give them some privacy while they dress, shall we? The interrogation can come later.”

Arya watched as he threw the door close, catching a brief glimpse as he smacked Lem across the head for what was sure to be a snarky remark about the current situation. The door shut with a resounding slam, causing Arya to flinch at the echoing sound. Her cheeks burned crimson as the rush of embarrassment continued to flame violently. She dared a glance in Gendry’s direction and noticed that, he too, was blushing like an untouched maid.

It made her giggle; a way to diffuse the tension that was quickly gathering in the small shack. Gendry let out his own forced laugh as the pair began to dress their exposed bodies, with nothing but the deafening silence to keep them company.

They took their time dressing, each handing the other their respective garments with some hesitation. Their hostility was not geared towards each other, but rather the impending hailstorm that was about to rain down on their seemingly perfect night. Because that what it was…perfect.

Arya had no regrets when it came to her coupling, she only wished they had pulled away sooner, before the Brotherhood had arrived so that they could revel in their shared memories together without the other members knowing. She wanted it to be something that only her and Gendry shared, not for Lem to tease about or Hot Pie to brood over, but a sweet memory for she and Gendry to smile over.

Now the whole fucking brotherhood knew, and she would have to explain their awkward situation.

Arya dreaded the impending conversation, for she was sure it was to be filled with nothing but uncomfortable stares and glances. It was funny really, that the sight of large men with swords swinging her way did nothing to fear her, but the conversation she was about to have with Beric, and the others completely terrified her.

She knew that she and Gendry really didn’t have to explain themselves. She could let the Brotherhood think of what they may, and she wouldn’t have cared less. But she saw the uneasiness on Gendry’s eyes. She could only imagine what was running through his mind.

““I was wondering when you would wake up.” A voice had startled her and it took her a few moments to realize it had come from across her.

Arya blinked a few times to get the sleep from her eyes as the owner of the voice came into view. Gendry was perched across from her, a cup of, what she assumed was ale, nestled in between in hands.