THIS IS WAR | ARYA AND MARGAERY
All her life, Margaery had followed Arya, agreeing to her opinions and somehow making it sound like it was as much of her idea as it was Arya’s. She was like that with everyone, their opinions prevailed, but Margaery most of all. Whenever she let slip that she liked something Arya didn’t, she nearly cringed at the friendly mockery that always comes when friends disagree. She always tried to correct herself, to pretend she didn’t like it, because that was who she was… Well, she has him to thank for not being like that anymore, huh? She attacked her twin with her short sword, lighter and easier to use than a full-length one, only to meet her shield raised in defense. The face of her agressor flashed behind her eyes. Although uninvited, the memory came. She had screamed, that day. Called out for help, for anyone, but most of all, she screamed for Arya. For her twin to save her. It was stupid, she knew it back then and she knew it now, to do that, and it was stupid to resent the fact that she didn’t help, but she couldn’t help it. She felt betrayed, somehow, and betrayal turned to anger, and anger turned into powerful but unplanned attacks directed to Arya. The clash of metal rang in her ears, and she just kept hitting, even if Arya didn’t attack.
Arya gasped, but refused to let any tears shed from her eyes. She kept her shield up, but Marge just kept hitting. She winced, although she wasn’t hurt, or wasn’t being hit, and thought about what she was going to say for a long moment before she said it. “You don’t have to do this.”
It was a mutter, and Arya was unsure if she could hear it or not, but she didn’t regret saying it after she did.
THIS IS WAR | ARYA AND MARGAERY
Margaery stood between Kronos’ lines, a dagger in each hand. Kronos’ lines. The wrong side. To her, it was a way of finally turning against people. Doing what she wanted. All her life, Margaery was never one to talk back, never the one who disobeyed. And not only her father, everyone. She always did what people wanted, her opinion was not important. Until she went to that school. The memory hit her again, fresh as if it had just happened, David’s cruel smirk as his fist hit her. She shook the image off her head. At least it taught her something: doing what people want won’t get you anywhere. She steadied her daggers as she saw campers approaching. She almost felt bad for the first one she hit. It wasn’t her fault that she was mad at everyone. But this is war, if they’re not on your side, it’s your job to attack. She felt powerful. Free. Nothing could stop her. Until she saw her. Arya. At the same time, she wanted to run the other way so she wouldn’t have to fight her, and throw a dagger at her twin’s throat. Arya had promised her, years ago, that she’d always be there for Margaery. And then, the one time she really needed, Arya didn’t even know something happened. She tightened her grip on her weapons, running to his sister, preparing an attack.
Arya swallowed, and almost jumped when Margaery ran to her. She felt like crying, she’d never wanted her sister to be like this— but Marge was never easy to control. When she came at Arya, she held up her shield. She knew she would only defend herself. Arya wasn’t going to hurt her own sister, no matter what side she’s on.
THIS IS WAR | ARYA AND MARGAERY
This was certainly not what Arya expected.
She knew that there obviously wasn’t going to be mortals watching them out their windows, but the whole city asleep? That was more of an awesome, creepy thing then what she expected. But, Arya knew she shouldn’t be worrying about that. She should be focusing on what was in front of her— a war.
A fair amount of campers stayed back and sheepishly waited. The other half went forward and riped through the city, swords raised and bows strung. Arya was more in the middle, almost shyly slashing her sword at a monster here and there, or striking at any opponent that passed her, trying to limit their access back. She was in the middle of slaying a hellhound with the help of other campers when her eyes caught the sight of fire whipping through the air.
No, that wasn’t fire, that was hair.
That was Margaery’s hair.
Yaay. War.
I hope you all die.
I hope you die.
I was being sarcastic, Margaery.
and who said I was?
-glares slightly- Are you fighting on the Camps’ side?
WAR 2K12 | ARYA’S PRE WAR CLOSED PARA
Nauseous. Yeah, that pretty much summed up how Arya was feeling at the moment.
All this time, she’d been complaining about how she wanted the war to speed up already. She’d thought that it was going to smack her in the face, that they wouldn’t be prepared, that they were going to freaking die within the first 5 minutes if they didn’t step up their game.
But, as the camp traveled to New York City, Arya started to feel differently. The camp had been working their asses off for this exact moment. Once they found out the would be heading to war this exact week, they started preparing, helping each other, sharing some of that family arguing, and most importantly training their bloody ass’ off.
Arya was… proud of them.
She was scared that some people were going to die. Sure, a lot of the people here weren’t her best friends, but they meant a lot to her. Arya wouldn’t be able to take it if some of them died.
So that’s why they had to win. They had to.
I believe this is it.
The war is tomorrow.
Good luck to you all.
Good luck, mother.
You too Arya.
Have.. have you spoken to Margaery?
