GAME OF THRONES
2.02, The Night Lands
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JOE DEMPSIE AS GENDRY BARATHEON
GAME OF THRONES: SEASON EIGHT EPISODE TWO
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ARYA STARK APPRECIATION MONTH Day 22:
humorous and soft moments
Arya shoved him back against the anvil and made to run, but Gendry caught her arm. She stuck a foot between his legs and tripped him, but he yanked her down with him, and they rolled across the floor of the smithy. He was very strong, but she was quicker. Every time he tried to hold her still she wriggled free and punched him. Gendry only laughed at the blows, which made her mad. He finally caught both her wrists in one hand and started to tickle her with the other, so Arya slammed her knee between his legs, and wrenched free. Both of them were covered in dirt, and one sleeve was torn on her stupid acorn dress. "I bet I don't look so nice now," she shouted.
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I'm scared
I've never fallen from quite this high
Falling into your ocean eyes
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When he worked, nothing existed for him but metal, bellows, fire. The hammer was like part of his arm.
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ARYA STARK & GENDRY
2.02, The Night Lands
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“Promises I Can’t Keep” by Mike Shinoda
I had so much certainty
Til that moment I lost control
And I've tried but it never was up to me
I've got no worse enemy
Than the fear of what's still unknown
And the time’s come to realize there will be
Promises I can't keep
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“Arya.” She raised her eyes to his. “My name is Arya. Of House Stark.”
“Of House It took him a moment before he said, “The King’s Hand was named Stark. The one they killed for a traitor.”
“He was never a traitor. He was my father.”
Gendry’s eyes widened. “So that’s why you thought.”
She nodded. “Yoren was taking me home to Winterfell.”
“I... you’re highborn then, a... you’ll be a lady...”
Arya looked down at her ragged clothes and bare feet, all cracked and callused. She saw the dirt under her nails, the scabs on her elbows, the scratches on her hands. Septa Mordane wouldn’t even know me, I bet. Sansa might, but she’d pretend not to. “My mother’s a lady, and my sister, but I never was.”
“Yes you were. You were a lord’s daughter and you lived in a castle, didn’t you? And you... gods be good, I never...” All of a sudden Gendry seemed uncertain, almost afraid. “All that about
cocks, I never should have said that. And I been pissing in front of you and everything, I I beg your pardon, m’lady.”
“Stop that!” Arya hissed. Was he mocking her?
“I know my courtesies, m’lady,” Gendry said, stubborn as ever. “Whenever highborn girls came into the shop with their fathers, my master told me I was to bend the knee, and speak only when they spoke to me, and call them m’lady.”
“If you start calling me m’lady, even Hot Pie is going to notice. And you better keep on pissing the same way too.”
“As m’lady commands.”
Arya slammed his chest with both hands. He tripped over a stone and sat down with a thump. “What kind of lord’s daughter are you?” he said, laughing.
“This kind.” She kicked him in the side, but it only made him laugh harder.
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→ B*stards of Westeros
“Let me give you some advice, bastard. Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor. And it can never be used to hurt you.” — Tyrion Lannister
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