she breathes life into your soul and reminds you that feeling empty doesn’t make you weak she smiles at you and it cracks you open, right down to where your soul lies beneath your skin she touches you and it begins to warm your chilled bones, and it feels like a place you can call home
MAKE ME CHOOSE:anonymous asked >>>> jon snow or sam winchester?<<<< He may be young, but he’s the commander we turned to when the night was darkest. He’s my king from this day until his last day… and I will stand behind Jon Snow!
So do I. I want us both to go home, but, they took it from us. So tell me, sweet sister, how do we go home?
I don’t know.
We go home with an army. With Khal Drogo’s army. I would let his whole tribe fuck you - all forty thousand men - and their horses too if that’s what it took
Imagine being one of the sole people that Arya Stark trusts.
It didn’t take long for the two of you to become friends. Arya kept to herself for the most part, as did you, but you kept your eyes and your ears everywhere. If there is one thing that you learned in King’s Landing before you were picked up to go to The Wall, it’s that you must always be aware of your surroundings.
And you were very aware when one of the boys started to pick on Arya. You had known her secret right when you had seen her, and you were seeing that those boys were about to expose it with the way that they were acting. Boys, even the young ones, get lonely out here, and will take whatever sort of affection they could get, even if it was unwilling.
You picked up a rather large stone from the road, tossed it up and down in your hands to know the weight, and then you tossed it, hitting one of the boys square in the buttocks. He cried and fell down to the ground, but that wasn’t good enough. You picked up another one and hit a second boy in the shoulder. It gave out with a pop. That got the other two boys to start looking around nervously, but you were well hidden in the shadows of the night.
One more throw was all that it took, and the three injured boys and the one lucky one ran away, rambling about the Gods hiding in the trees. Once they were gone, you left your dark spot, and went to Arya’s side, giving her a hand to help her up. She accepted your help without much protest, strange from an independent little girl like her, and the two of you became friends.
You protected one another, it was mutual. Soon, the rest of the boys in their group knew better than to try anything with the two of you, or they’d be getting stones in the back or Needle through the stomach. But things weren’t all threats. The two of you shared stories, laughs, and most of all - trust.