you may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. you need her, as she needs you…

wicgeeks:

Arya at God’s Eye lake by Goravsky

Another “Song of Ice and Fire” inspired illustration. In the book Arya Stark and her companions at God’s Eye came across deserted town. At first my idea was to draw all of them, but I think this one with just Arya on it catches the right emotion. It’s easy to forgot just how young she really is. A child caught in the middle of all that horror.

“It’s just a stupid sword,” she said, aloud this time…

… but it wasn’t.

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile.” 

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

“Who are you?” he would ask her every day. “No one,” she would answer…but not for true, not in her heart of hearts. In there she was Arya of Winterfell, the daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn, who had once had brothers named Robb and Bran and Rickon, a sister named Sansa, a direwolf called Nymeria, a half brother named Jon Snow. In there she was someone…

save us from this time of trial

you and me, we’re more than on the run
busting at the heavens like the horses of the sun

arya/gendry + olive green, requested by befuddlement

I am the ghost in Harrenhal, she thought. And that night, there was one less name to hate.