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indispensible) wrote2013-12-26 05:02 pm
indispensible) wrote2013-12-26 05:02 pm
six. list & private & spam. hail the pages turning.
This is rude.
private } arya
I want to talk to you.
[Because she feels weird and confused about this holiday, and she wants to beat it up.]
spam } stark
[Vin sends Clifford after Stark, not to monitor his behavior exactly, but to essentially bother him until he gets fed up with it and comes to find her. She has a question, okay.]
open spam } library
[She's looking for information - she's even writing it down. Not about the holidays, all of which frighten and annoy her in ways she can't even begin to articulate, but about dance. She starts with a history, gets frustrated with it, manages not to throw it across the room, and finds a book with more pictures and less history. Reading is still relatively new to her. She doesn't understand why it's harder when she's upset.]
[This is her gift to herself, if everyone is meant to get them: a search for movements that mean as much to other people as hers mean to her. Different ways of learning to speak.]
[Soon enough, she's surrounded by piles of books and half-crumpled papers, with her childish handwriting scrawled across it.]
➽ Ben: Comfortable, dressy shoes to dance in
➽ Alana: A slim knife, with a note that I’ll show her how to use it if she likes.
➽ Nathan: Memorable smells from my home – the beer and liquor of our hideout, the perfumes of the balls, ash beaten into a Mistcloak, the smell of metal shavings suspended in liquid. A locket with a picture of her in it.
➽ Beatrix: A glass dagger.
➽ Megamind: A music box, with music and steps from home, if you can do that.
➽ Morgana: A comfortable gown with space in the sleeves for weapons, and a simple circlet.
➽ Kelsier: A gold pocket-watch, with a picture of Mare inside.
➽ Marsh: Fabric, as much as he wants and any kind he wants.
➽ Zane: Things to touch. Pieces of coarse furs, or soft leaves, lamb’s ear, rough bark. Things to remind him who he is when he gets upset.
➽ Stark: A koloss sword
➽ Arya: Ways to conceal weapons – thigh straps, arm straps. Thin, light mail. A key to my cabin, in case she ever needs me.
➽ Dean: Ten pies. They have to stay good until he wakes up and be next to his bed when he does.
private } arya
I want to talk to you.
[Because she feels weird and confused about this holiday, and she wants to beat it up.]
spam } stark
[Vin sends Clifford after Stark, not to monitor his behavior exactly, but to essentially bother him until he gets fed up with it and comes to find her. She has a question, okay.]
open spam } library
[She's looking for information - she's even writing it down. Not about the holidays, all of which frighten and annoy her in ways she can't even begin to articulate, but about dance. She starts with a history, gets frustrated with it, manages not to throw it across the room, and finds a book with more pictures and less history. Reading is still relatively new to her. She doesn't understand why it's harder when she's upset.]
[This is her gift to herself, if everyone is meant to get them: a search for movements that mean as much to other people as hers mean to her. Different ways of learning to speak.]
[Soon enough, she's surrounded by piles of books and half-crumpled papers, with her childish handwriting scrawled across it.]
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Do you. Do you celebrate anything? We never really did, before.
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Name days. And people celebrate harvests. And there's Maiden's Day, and the other Seven. Why? You don't celebrate anything?
spam;
[It was super dumb, Arya. She pulls a coin out of her pocket and shoots it at a tree trunk.]
spam;
[It's a good thing to know, but she keeps that part to herself.]
You're upset.
spam;
[She's at a bit of a loss to understand why it doesn't seem right. At least not understand it in a way that she can explain it. It's the same as at home, in a way: everyone else had their beliefs, but she'd known the men those beliefs were based on. And some of them were based on her.]
[She shakes her head.]</small. I can't get away from it.
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Winter only lasts a few months, here.
[This is incredibly strange to her.]
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[She forces her shoulders to relax.]
A short cycle. That's good. New things will come.
[In theory.]
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How long is winter, in your world?
spam; this may be inaccurate but i'm too lazy to check >_>
. . . Got confused. The mists are gone.
spam; WORKS FOR ME
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Why were they killing things?
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[It's the only god she knows, now, the only real god at the end of the day. Death is the only god to answer prayers, and she can pray to him with steel and poison and blood. Better than praying at the trees the old gods held close.
(She doesn't even feel like she's betraying her father by abandoning his gods, not anymore.)]
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Sazed always said they weren't gods really, just - shards of power. Can't have one without the other. In the end, Preservation didn't really have a mind at all.
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Ruin had a mind?
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. . . Ruin was cruel. It took Reen's shape, spoke to me in his voice.
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He was dead, then, so I thought . . . I don't know.
[That it was her intuition. That he was looking out for her from somewhere. She doesn't really know.]
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[There are no 'I'm sorry's. You don't apologize for dead brothers. You say nothing about the ache they leave.]
What did he tell you?
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But it wasn't saving the world, really. It was ending it.
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[There's no pity, not even sympathy: just anger.]
If someone did that to me, I'd kill them. God or not. He of Many Faces or not. She'd kill anyone who came to her in Robb's shape, Bran's, Rickon's. She hopes to whatever god listens that Jon is still alive.]
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[The message of her smile is clear: approval, and one other thing. What makes you think I didn't?]
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