╳ ┊❛ arya.
a cousin, of some sort, so she’s been told – they’ve never met
before, and arya doesn’t quite know how to feel about another
one in her getaway ( as fiercely as she loves her home and her
family, it’s the freedom to choose, to learn, to hunger and to
challenge and to push limits and most of all to get out of her
sister’s shadow and be whichever kind of arya she damn well
pleases ), but the pack is the pack, and it’s the well of instinct
burgeoning from within her ribcage that eventually wears her
more reasoned objections down to being positively disposed.besides, from what little opportunities she’s had to observe,
they’re more alike than not, clever, angry, cold eyes and warm
hearts – even if lyanna balances on that precipice, that razor-wire
fence, of classic femininity with more adeptness than arya does.‘ hey. ’ the address is easy, casual, as arya falls into line
with the other’s step ; ever an outspoken girl, with aware-
-ness of but minimal regard for due diligence when it comes
to cloying courtesy, she hedges her bets and decides that if
they’re as similar as everyone keeps saying, lyanna won’t give
a rat’s arse if she doesn’t speak proper and doesn’t tie herself
in knots trying to impress the way everyone else there seems
so hungry to do. even so, there’s a buried implication beneath
it : girls and wolves have to stick together. ‘ i was going for lunch.
want to come? ’
she wonders if they taste the same. ( a mouth full of fur, hot - cold blood swishing ‘pon your tongue. sense of disconnection within lupine marrow. ) wonders if they bleed the same, scream the same. fight the same. used to being one of a kind, the exception, she broke the mold, lyanna stark, or so her brothers proclaimed ;; voices echoing loudly ‘tween great stone walls when it was just them, father away on business once more. ( that was before they knew about this one, about her ;; the one where more similarities seemed to match up than opposites && she’s curious. )
familiarity in jawline, home lurking within color of her eyes. it is more than but mere shared name, arya has stark look just as she does though she cannot help but wonder as to who wears it better. ( icicle veins && iron skeleton. wilderness laced dna. ) cousins, they say && the wolf within her rears its head, searching for member of pack here where it is least expected. cousins, they say as they whisper of similarities && her blood sings for some sort of connection.
she’s watched her, seen her around ;; hearkening beneath ivory breastbone lessening to dull pull yet she knows it’s only a matter of time 'fore it becomes unbearable && she is helpless to obey. puppet to whims of feral instinct hammered into her eons ago when she was placed among the stars as opposed to here on earth. she’s surprised when this cousin appears at her side first.
❛ hey. uh … sure. yeah, i’d like that. ❜
lips to not twist all pretty && pink. instead one hand finds pocket && other adjusts bag with absent minded motion. lunch. she can do that && there is nod of head, curls swaying just so. ( they’re smooth && contained, make her want to shake her head or stand in a wind tunnel to mess them all up. too put together. she feels like a lie. ) ❛ been meaning to come find you, actually. ❜
not a lie, not really, because she has been, just kept putting it off longer && longer. onslaught of homework && club activities && typical teenage internal melodrama ( it’s like a soap opera in her head sometimes ) && she’s not scared, of course not not of arya, not of anything just isn’t sure how the other would take to essential stranger coming up to her, plucking at familial strings to test them out.
❛ wasn’t sure if you wanted to be left alone or something, though. ❜