Post by oathkeeper on Jul 22, 2014 23:43:32 GMT -6
In a demented sense, Jon was more than proud of his little sister. After all of the agony, the suffering, the grief that she endured, the bastard could not help but feel admirable to how determined her little soul was. Most children would of done the unthinkable of murdering themselves or gone mad to the point of being lost, but Arya, she still had a chance in Jon's stoic eyes. Robb may deny it, Talisa may deny it, the whole damn North may deny it - but to Jon, there was a chance.
Laying on his side upon the same bed, the observant and pitiful bigger brother watched the delusional and half-asleep child stir and murmur in her dreams. At times, it was hard to tell if Arya was asleep or simply the Milk of the Puppy was not enough to ease her traumatized state of mind. Either way, Arya took notice of Jon's presence in a positive light so far from the deserter's standpoint, so continuing to vainly attempt to ail her broken soul was more than an incentive for Jon to remain by her side. Carefully watching over her, Jon's head perked at the simple remark that the girl was cold.
"Hold up," Jon whispered as soft as his husky Northerner tone could utter, leaning over to snatch his torn and tattered black cloak. Dusting it off, Jon held the wolf-pelt cloak in front of him, recalling the times he used said cloak as an emergency blanket if the days grew extremely cold. Resting the cloak over his baby sister and tucking it in gently, Jon flinched at the girl's strength being put behind her hand that was intertwined with his own. Whilst it was still abnormally weak, Jon had underestimated Arya's strength even with the absence of the majority of her developed muscles.
Holding back a both annoyed and worrying growl at her murmurs of hiding and running, Jon laid on his back onto the bed, staring at the haunted child with a sadden expression. Closing his own ash eyes, praying to The Old Gods, Jon vainly whispered back to hopefully drive some sense into what remains of the girl.
"You've done enough running and hiding Arya. You're strong, like me, but everyone needs a chance to breath. Let us, your brothers, fight your battles." Jon reassured the best way he could formulate the words, half-expecting Arya to burst into another fit even with the drug steadily affecting her state of consciousness.
Laying on his side upon the same bed, the observant and pitiful bigger brother watched the delusional and half-asleep child stir and murmur in her dreams. At times, it was hard to tell if Arya was asleep or simply the Milk of the Puppy was not enough to ease her traumatized state of mind. Either way, Arya took notice of Jon's presence in a positive light so far from the deserter's standpoint, so continuing to vainly attempt to ail her broken soul was more than an incentive for Jon to remain by her side. Carefully watching over her, Jon's head perked at the simple remark that the girl was cold.
"Hold up," Jon whispered as soft as his husky Northerner tone could utter, leaning over to snatch his torn and tattered black cloak. Dusting it off, Jon held the wolf-pelt cloak in front of him, recalling the times he used said cloak as an emergency blanket if the days grew extremely cold. Resting the cloak over his baby sister and tucking it in gently, Jon flinched at the girl's strength being put behind her hand that was intertwined with his own. Whilst it was still abnormally weak, Jon had underestimated Arya's strength even with the absence of the majority of her developed muscles.
Holding back a both annoyed and worrying growl at her murmurs of hiding and running, Jon laid on his back onto the bed, staring at the haunted child with a sadden expression. Closing his own ash eyes, praying to The Old Gods, Jon vainly whispered back to hopefully drive some sense into what remains of the girl.
"You've done enough running and hiding Arya. You're strong, like me, but everyone needs a chance to breath. Let us, your brothers, fight your battles." Jon reassured the best way he could formulate the words, half-expecting Arya to burst into another fit even with the drug steadily affecting her state of consciousness.
yaaaaay Clint bears <3