150 followers celebration!
I had meant to do this when we hit 100 followers, but since we reached 150 so quickly after, I thought I’d do a joint gift. I’m thrilled at how many of you are following this rather niche blog, and I hope you’re all enjoying it!
In celebration, a 150 word drabble!
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Arya liked to think she lived life on the threshold: caught between the vibrancy of the training grounds of Winterfell or lost in a forest with her direwolf, she found comfort swinging between the two. She felt she belonged everywhere in that moment - she, who had been No One, who had nothing, held two worlds in her hands.
But a heartbeat later, when Jon would smile at her just so or muss her hair or call her name - she found herself falling. Not into any of her worlds, but into a galaxy of him. Of starry greys and familiar warmth. No longer was she suspended but utterly submerged in a whole new universe crafted by delicate hands and unwavering love. But always belonging. That never changed.
"What are you thinking about?" his voice murmured in her ear, dragging her awake.
"Nothing important," she whispered back with a smile, snuggling deeper into the furs.
