cat of the canals;;

flower nodded slowly, playing nervously with the hem of his sleeves. he felt stupid for even speaking up now. “i— will try my best not to die.” he pushed out a breathless laughter, quick and humorless.

“OKAY, i’ve been here for twenty minutes and i’ve already lost my glasses. oh, and i don’t know where i actually am right now and i keep hearing super scary things. i’m not made for the big world, quite obviously.”

“There is nothing lawful about killing in battle, the only sentence those men had was given by Tywin Lannister to fight for him. We’ve done what we needed to do to survive. But you’re right, none of it matters now. I did it to see you safe and you did it to survive, we both got what we wanted.” As much as it pained Robb to think back, what he said was true and it was all worth it to know his sister was okay. ALIVE. “Then let’s go,” he tiled his head, looking down at her with an almost excited look in those Tully-blue eyes of his. “It’s about time we explored this place, ay? There has to be somewhere near by with something fun to do because I don’t think I can stand staying here night AND day.”

For the first time in YEARS Robb was doing something that felt entierly normal. He listened intently to Arya, who had her head in his lap as she went about her rant, while his eyes looked down at the same sulky face that hadn’t changed one bit despite age. His features would have held a content smile had the topic of conversation not centered around his little sister becoming an ASSASSIN in his absence, which never would have had to happen nor would she have held such a heavy burden had he succeeded. “You’re not a monster, Arya.” A heavy sigh passed dry lips as a hand came to brush over the dark hair atop her head. “You’re a Stark of Winterfell and you’re our father’s daughter, being elsewhere doesn’t change that. Time has changed all of us and we have done what we needed to to survive, even when the cost was the blood of another. I killed plenty of men in battle, men who had nothing to do with father’s death, I have blood on my hands too. Do you think I’M a monster?”

“They blinded you? That’s majorly fucked up-Why were you trying to join a league of assassins in the first place?”

‘ i was starting to get use to england. what fuckin’ place are we in now ?? not that it matters, i get a room to myself again so i ain’t fuckin’ that bent out of shape about it. ’

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   ‘theoretically speaking,’ tali had a large shopping bag weighing down her fingers, but she’d bumped into the young woman. that was enough cause for her to stop and check her out, make sure she hadn’t hurt her. ‘if i offered a shirley temple or two, would you not be offended? or did i not hit you? the bag is odd; gravity and all that.’ she shrugged, offering up an awkward grin. ‘the shirley temple offer still stands — or just cherries. i have three jars. four, four jars.’

              “when i lived in braavos they taught me braavosi, and improved my high valaryian, insisted i learned lysene and started me on the languages of the other free cities -- i was going to be an assassin, i’ve killed before. there was a man of the watch in braavos, and all i could think of was father --” she sighs. “’the man who gives the sentence should swing the sword.’ was it wrong to pass the sentence when it was a westerosi law that forsaken, and i wasn’t of westeros anymore?” her head is in his lap and she’s sulking -- she’ll admit it, but nymeria didn’t make the trip to california for some reason, and she’s keen to sulk. “i have a list of names of people i’d not hesitate to run through, and slowly they’re dying, by my hand or another. i don’t feel for them. no pity, no remorse. i feel glad. does that make me a monster?”

honesty hour ;; accepting.

honesty hour ;; accepting.

spill it! ;; accepting.