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Requested by @justwinginoverthings

Requested by @justwinginoverthings​

You used to be taller. How did you sneak up on me? How did you survive a knife to the heart? I didn’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. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes. — Arya Stark

Arya: (ง •̀_•́)ง Gendry: (￣□￣;)