It took Ned a moment to comprehend her words, but when the understanding came, the
darkness left his eyes. “Robert is coming here?” When she nodded, a smile broke across
Catelyn wished she could share his joy. But she had heard the talk in the yards; a
direwolf dead in the snow, a broken antler in its throat. Dread coiled within her like a
snake, but she forced herself to smile at this man she loved, this man who put no faith in
signs. “I knew that would please you,” she said.
— A Game Of Thrones II, Catelyn I
He had a knife in his other hand. As the blade flashed toward her face, Arya threw herself backward, kicking wildly, wrenching her head from side to side, but he had her by the hair, so strong, she could feel her scalp tearing, and on her lips the salt taste of tears. (AGOT)
Finally someone took the knife away from her. The tears burned like vinegar as they ran down her cheeks. […] She could taste it on her lips. No, don’t, don’t cut my hair, Ned loves my hair. Then the steel was at her throat, and its bite was red and cold. (ASOS)
i was thinking about the significance of haircuts when mourning and how this happened after ned and robb’s deaths, respectively, when arya and cat symbolically and/or literally had to die too. arya takes on the first of many aliases after her fathers execution. yoren painfully shaves arya’s head and drags her onto the dangerous road north where she’ll have to kill or be killed. cat dies at the red wedding with her last child and is reborn as something much darker. her hair is cut, her throat silt and her body desecrated and when she rises its not as the woman she once was. its the loss of their families that this physical change reflects because thats the most important thing to both their characters.
When the fire died at last and the ground became cool enough to walk upon, Ser Jorah Mormont found her amidst the ashes, surrounded by blackened logs and bits of glowing ember and the burnt bones of man and woman and stallion. She was naked, covered with soot, her clothes turned to ash, her beautiful hair all crisped away … yet she was unhurt. (AGOT)
dany experiences similar losses, her husband and child die, and her hair is all burned away too. and like arya it represents the death of her girlhood. but she’s reborn as a woman (not an orphan boy) who is powerful with her newly hatched dragons. dany is no longer a frightened child to be sold by her brother and bought by a khal. she’s a queen in her own right with the ability to control her own fate.
My crown, the queen thought.They took the other crown away from me, and now they are stealing this one as well. When her locks and curls were piled up around her feet, one of the novices soaped her head and the silent sister scraped away the stubble with a razor. (ADWD)
for cersei her hair represents the thing she values most: power. her head is shaved as part of her punishment. then she must complete her walk of shame. naked and bald before all of kings landing cersei is completely vulnerable. they mean to break her pride. without all her adornments cersei isn’t the queen of the seven kingdoms. she’s just a woman
most of these scenes directly involve nudity in some way too. dany’s clothes were burned on the pyre which reinforces the rebirth concept. catelyn’s body is stripped naked to further humiliate her even in death. arya’s important haircut doesnt go there but during the needle scene she does throw all of her clothes into the canal. naked without any other possessions she hides needle; the symbol of her one true self.
hair and clothes are very significant things to women. they’re often a crucial aspect of our personal identities and the roles we assume. femininity is more a performance than anything so when stripped and shaved, as when first born, we see the unconcealed truth. which can have different effects for each individual. some will find it freeing and empowering but for others its humiliating and painful. in asoiaf we get the whole spectrum.
I think people tend to generalize and compartmentalize Jon’s love for his siblings as one single category, which is: he loves them all equally. This is not true; Jon is not a perfect character, he’s not a perfect brother, and he has good and valid reasons to have more affection for some of his siblings over the other.
Brave men, all of you. Butchered a woman pregnant with her baby. Cut the throat of the mother of five. Slaughtered your guests after inviting them into your home. But you didn’t slaughter everyone of the Starks. No, no. That was your mistake. You should’ve ripped them all out, root an stem.
This struck me yesterday when I saw a GIF of Sansa with the Hound. Mind you, I don’t ship them, I much prefer Sansa with Jon or Sansa just happy as Queen in the North at Winterfell. But I was thinking that since Beric and his men are headed North, it’s too big of a coincidence with Sansa at Winterfell. These two have to meet up but Sansa is no longer the Little Bird, defenseless and scared. She is home and is a far tougher woman than the one The Hound remembers and he too is a changed man.
Also bear in mind that Gregor, the Mountain, took pleasure in killing, for Sandor, it was always more matter-of-fact. He did it because it was his job but that was it. Unlike his brother, he didn’t revel in it.
We know that he didn’t like Joffrey and wasn’t quite as ruthless as some of the other knights, he didn’t like hurting women and children (this is conjecture on my part) and he did feel protective of Sansa to an extent, though, he also threatened to rape her, so there’s that too. But of late, he seems like someone who wants to get away from all the killing, he wants a quieter life.
Sansa, at Winterfell needs someone who is strong and loyal to her, like the Mountain with Cersie, though not blindly. That is not the relationship I see Sansa cultivating with her advisers and inner circle. She is strong and politically savvy, and she knows the importance of having trustworthy people around her but who are also honest and straightforward with her. The Hound could occupy such a place at Winterfell at Sansa’s side and help her.
Which brings me to the point of this post. The people who have the most painful history on the show are Sansa and Cersie and The Hound and his brother, Sandor and Gregor. Cersie made Sansa’s life hell while she was at King’s Landing while Cersie thinks that Sansa was involved in Joffrey’s murder and Gregor literally burned his brother, almost killing him. Contrast that with Dany who has no dispute with Cersie save for the Iron Throne, there is no great drama in a showdown between these two characters because they share no history.
What if the whole Dany vs Cersie plot is a smokescreen, a red herring and the real fight will indeed be between Sansa and Cersie and it will be a battle of wits with Sandor at Sansa’s side and Gregor at Cersie’s. Sansa has grown up at KL and she knows the court games and she knows Cersie, knows the way she thinks, much like she knew about Ramsay. You mean to tell me that GRRM and D&D won’t capitalise on that? And then there is the advantage that Cersie, on the other hand, doesn’t really know Sansa anymore. The Sansa at Winterfell bears more resemblance to her mother, Catelyn Stark than the girl who was held hostage at KL.
I see Arya play a big role in this plot as well since Cersie has been on her list ever since her father was executed. But it will still be primarily orchestrated by Sansa. That’s a showdown I’d love to see and hope we see it. Sansa needs to be the one to bring down Cersie. Sansa and Arya both.
That scene where I’m forging the sword, I’m saying that it’s gratuitous, but the idea they wanted to convey was that … it was more for Arya than anything to do with my character. It was them trying to imply that Arya’s becoming a woman now and she’s dealing with feelings that she’s maybe not experienced before. - Joe Dempsie
i really loved your answer for the ask about the jonsa reunion pov i agree! what do you think the pov should be for the jonrya reunion?
Oh man Anonny, this is yet another really hard one for me to answer!
I feel like I should disclose that I am starting off with a pre-formed bias, because honestly Arya’s POVs are some of my favorites of the whole series. She is so quick witted, and sarcastic, and has such an active imagination; and I really love all the wolf symbolism and imagery in her narrative.
For me, Jon and Arya’s relationship is one of the strongest, most emphasized, most narratively developed, and most important in the whole series. Even from just the short time that they were together in AGoT, it was clear that their bond was the closest of all the Stark siblings. They both receive unconditional love, understanding, and acceptance from the other. They fit in with each other, they are each other’s favorite people. They think of how much they miss each other all the time. They are constantly reminded of each other. Arya is continuously trying to get to Jon, and Jon knows he is Arya’s “home.” The way that they think of each other through out the series honestly breaks my heart…
46. (Nanny/single parent au in case you forgot the prompts)
Oh my gosh, I know it’s been forever, but I finally did it! For everyone else, this is an arya x gendry story based off one of those lists of prompts! Thanks for the Ask, Anonymous! Hope this fulfills the prompt well enough!
(Just for context, Arya is about 20/21 and Gendry is about 25.)
Nanny/Single Parent AU (with a twist)
Arya huffed in disappointment as she perused the classifieds. She’d already given the bakery a go, and she’d been more trouble than it was worth. At least that’s what they’d told her after she’d allowed another tray of croissants to burn. Dog walker was out because Nymeria went barmy when Arya arrived home and smelled other dogs on her; then Nymeria would ignore Arya for a day or two after.
Sansa looked up from her desk where she was studying for a fifth hour straight from a heavy law casebook.
“Nothing at all?” She murmured sympathetically, though Arya noticed her eyes keep wandering back to the book.
From where she was draped across Sansa’s bed, Arya shook her head vehemently, biting her lip. Lady, noticing the movement lifted her head, her ears perked.
“Nothing I haven’t been fired from before.” Despite her frustration, Arya, joined by Sansa, laughed amiably.
“Why don’t you just take Robb up on his offer?” Sansa asked, shifting the weight of her heavy book from one arm to the other. “It’d pay better by half than any of those odd jobs you always take.”
Arya folded the classifieds roughly and tossed them to the side before rolling onto her side and eyeing Sansa carefully.
The latter only rolled her eyes. “Boring is better than broke.” She sang at her sister.
Now Arya rolled her eyes as she pulled her phone from her back pocket. “If you’ve got the patience. Which you do, and I don’t.”
“True.” Sansa muttered under her breath, going back to studying.
“I heard that,” Arya murmured but with little annoyance. They all knew it was true after all.
Suddenly, Arya’s features brightened. “Oi, hold on.” She sat up excitedly “Hot Pie knows a guy who knows a guy who needs a nanny and-.” She paused, her eyebrows furrowing before shooting upward. “He’s paying bloody well.” She was smiling toothily now as she texted rapidly back to her friend.
Arya had Sansa’s attention though. She was staring intently at her sister.
When Arya finally noticed moments later, she gave her sister a blank look. “What?!”
“I mean, not to be a downer, Arya, but-.”
Arya threw the classifieds towards Sansa. “If you say I basically need a nanny myself, you’re going on my list, San.”
Sansa, who’d been half joking, burst out laughing while Arya only half-heartedly glared her way. Then a ping on Arya’s phone went off, and she was back at the texting.
“Well?” Sansa inquired. “What’s he saying?”
Arya grinned wolfishly toward her sister. “I’ve got an interview.”
Then with hardly any effort, Arya leapt off her sister’s bed and into the hallway. Her heavy footsteps echoed loudly after her, quickly followed by the lighter galloping of Nymeria who’d been sleeping in the hallway waiting for Arya.
Arya whistled as she trundled down the cobbled street toward the address Hot Pie had texted her. She’d been peeved to find out Hot Pie wasn’t going to be there after all as he’d promised, but it was all the same to her really. Her eyes swept from her phone to the numbers on the houses and back.
It should be the next house, she realized. When her eyes met the large iron wrought gate and elegant trees that lined the curved drive that hid the house, of which she could see actual turrets, her whistle ended in a high pitch. No wonder the pay was good. Arya only hoped the pay would turn out to be worth it. Rich brats tended to be the absolute worst.
Not that she had anything against rich people or rich kids. She technically was one, but she’d turned out alright. At least she thought so.
She let out a sigh and pressed the button on the intercom outside the gate that should alert her prospective employer she’d arrived. She glanced at her watch. Early actually. For once.
She waited almost impatiently for a few minutes before buzzing the intercom again. It was another moment before a deep but hassled voice finally responded.
“Yes? Sorry. Is that the pizza?”
The man seemed hurried and out of breath. Arya stifled a grin, in case the camera on the gate pointed her way was functioning.
She held the button down. “No, but that sounds delicious. I’m starving. I’m your future nanny.” She responded good-humoredly. Sansa told her she never gauged situations right and was always responding to people with the wrong emotion. Arya couldn’t help wondering if this was yet another one of those times.
There was a pause on the other end, then the crackling of the intercom again. Arya was relieved to hear he sounded amused. “Well, it’s pepperoni and pineapple, in case you were wondering. And I thought our interview was at noon.”
Arya groaned inwardly and cursed Hot Pie aloud. When the man released the button on his end, she pressed the one in front of her. “Hot Pie doesn’t know his numbers from his arse.” She said this in an apologetic tone.
When the man came on again, though, he seemed to be half laughing. “Well, it’s not like I’m doing anything special. Usually when the security camera’s not working, I’m supposed to let one of my father’s guards come open the gate but since you don’t sound much like a serial murderer, I’m going to go on faith on this one.”
Arya couldn’t stifle her grin this time. He had buzzed her in, so she lifted the bar on the gate and started to step forward then pause. She leaned over and pressed the intercom again. “I may not sound like one, but you’d be surprised.” She laughed out loud to herself as she started up the drive, not even worrying if something like that could upset her potential employer. He seemed to have a sense of humor at least.
Gendry swung the door open, still grinning lightly at the nanny’s last comment. Despite his predicament, he was suddenly in a better mood.
A sound like falling items clattered from behind. Gendry looked over his shoulder, but he didn’t see the little girl in sight. He skimmed the grand staircase again and glanced back toward the kitchen but there was no sign of her. He swung his gaze back toward the front door and started to see a girl framed in the doorway grinning at him.
It took him a moment to speak. She’d had a nice voice, but when he’d asked around for a nanny, he never imagined he’d get someone his age to apply. He figured he’d get a nice plump motherly type. This girl was all hard lines and sharp edges. If he looked a little bit closer, she even looked like trouble. But Gendry had been taken at first glance.
He realized he was being rude or, worse, weird, when she raised her eyebrows at him questioningly.
“Right, sorry.” His voice sounded strange even to his own ears, but he stepped back to let her in. “Come on in.”
She placed one foot, covered in a heavy boot over the threshold. Gendry admired her carefully as she closed the door behind her. Skinny jeans and a sweatshirt tied around her waist. Not exactly what he would have considered interview material, but he wasn’t picky.
She turned, untying the sweatshirt as she did so. “What was your name? Hot Pie never said.”
He gestured to the sweatshirt, offering to put it aside for her. “Gendry.” He told her. “And you?”
The girl handed him the sweater almost questioningly, her eyebrows arching quizzically when he hung her sweatshirt on the coat rack as carefully as if it had been an expensive coat. “Arya.” She finally said decisively with a smile.
“Right, well, Arya, could I get you something to drink before we get started?”
Arya peered around curiously. “Was kind of hoping to meet the little one.” She murmured.
“Right,” Gendry drew out the syllable. “See, the thing about that is, I can’t currently find her.”
A beat passed. Then- Almost laughing, Arya, spoke. “You lost your kid?”
Gendry grinned back sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sort of. She gets into these moods and then she hides somewhere impossible, and it usually takes me days to find her.”
Arya blinked up at him. Even though she seemed to be slightly judging him, he couldn’t help but admire the sharpness of her dark gray eyes. “Days?”
“No,” Gendry let out something between a breath and a chuckle. “Not literally, but a while yeah. I’ve already checked all her regular spots, but she must have found somewhere new.” He couldn’t help but shrug. These were the kinds of things he dealt with on a daily basis. He figured the new nanny might as well know from the get go.
Suddenly, this brilliant girl was grinning brightly up at him. “I’ll take down here, you take upstairs?” There was no better way to describe her grin than as wolfish.
Gendry couldn’t stop the bright smile that came to his own face in response. He hadn’t even planned on asking for the help, and she was just offering. Unless she did turn out to be some sort of axe murderer, he knew she was hired.
“You help me find her, and the job is yours,” he found himself saying.
“So pretty much I’m on the clock?” She grinned facetiously.
“And there’s bonus for you if you actually find her.” Gendry beamed back.
“I’ve got this,” she said confidently. “Shouldn’t take long, even if it is a big house.”
“Don’t forget there’s the third story and the attic.” He added mischievously.
Arya’s eyebrows rose up her face again, but the grin remained. “Fancy are we?”
Gendry rubbed his bright red neck again. “My dad mainly.” He said as a response.
A quarter of an hour later, they met at the foot of the staircase, both empty-handed.
“No luck?” Arya asked him.
He watched her, liking the way her shoulder-length hair was disheveled now. “None.” He liked the way her eyes looked at him too, all mischievous like. “Should we try the cellar?” He asked her good humoredly.
She rolled her eyes. “Of course there’d be a cellar.”
Gendry grinned. “What can I say? My dad’s big on big.”
“You didn’t just lure me here under the pretenses of a good job only to kill me off, did you? You’re not some serial murderer yourself, are you?” She asked suddenly as they strode toward the cellar door.
Gendry laughed heartily, then realized such a reaction might not be taken well by a young woman purportedly alone in a large house with a man. “No.” He sputtered. He pulled out his phone to show Arya his phone’s background which was a picture of him and Weasel.
But when his eyes found her face, she appeared to just have been having a go at him. She took the phone from him anyway and peered at the picture. She was standing close to him, and a wisp of her hair brushed his nose. She smelled like pine leaves and some sort of flower; it was lovely.
Arya’s brow was furrowed as she glanced at the picture. “She looks like a troublemaker,” she joked, “but that could just be the whole hiding in the house thing. Is that the mother?” Arya asked almost nonchalantly as she handed the phone back to Gendry.
Gendry started and glanced down at the picture. “No, no, that’s Mya, our half sister.”
Arya nodded, then seemed to realize what he’d said. “Our?”
Gendry shook his head as he put the phone away. “Sorry, I forgot to explain. For some stupid reason, I thought Lommy or Hot Pie might have told you. She’s my half-sister, but my father. He’s-.” Gendry stopped. He knew he shouldn’t speak ill of his father, especially to a stranger, but there was something about this girl that made him want to divulge all his secrets to her. “He’s not around much, so Mya and I have pretty much been raising her ourselves.”
Arya nodded in understanding. “That’s good of you.” This was the first time since she’d come into his home that her eyes were devoid of humor, replaced instead with a deep intensity.
It made him swallow, hard. “She’s worth it. She’s the best. You’ll see.”
Arya grinned again as she followed him into the cellar. “Will I? Seems like she knows this house better than you.”
They both stopped in their tracks at the foot of the stairs and stared at the sight in front of them.
A small girl, about seven years old, was sitting in the very middle of the large shag carpet, cradling a small black and white creature in her arms.
“Gendry.” Arya spoke first, cautiously. Despite the situation, his stomach couldn’t help but flutter at the way she said his name.
“Yes?” He tried for casual. Weasel’s eyes had found his, and she had the audacity to not look guilty.
“She’s got a skunk.” Arya tried the casual tone as well.
“Yes.” Gendry confirmed. Then he clarified, “A baby skunk.”
Arya side-eyed him then. “Is this an everyday thing then?” She didn’t seem perturbed as much as amused.
Gendry grinned in spite of himself. “It’s not a pet, if that’s what you mean. But, yes, Weasel’s good at finding little furry friends.”
“Weasel?” Arya repeated, but it warmed Gendry’s heart to see that instead of crinkling her nose at the name like some others tended to, she smiled sweetly.
Gendry approached Weasel slowly. “Where did you find this one then, little one?”
He crouched next to the girl who didn’t respond, as he knew she wouldn’t. Instead she lifted the baby animal towards him.
“I see.” He said affectionately, petting the snoozing creature with two fingers. “What shall we name this one?” He asked softly.
Arya watched this interaction from behind, unexplainably finding herself warming at it. For such a large man, he was impossibly gentle.
The little girl gestured toward posters on the wall behind her.
“Rabbit is it, then?” Gendry asked, and the girl nodded vehemently.
Gendry glanced behind him now at Arya. He was only a little worried. He should have told Arya the girl didn’t speak, but he was always cautious to do so outright. He caught the sweet grin on Arya’s face though as she watched them. Now she approached them carefully.
Then she was dropping to sit on the shag carpet in front of Weasel.
“Hello, Weasel, I’m Arya. Can I meet Rabbit, do you think?”
Weasel, usually slow to smile, studied Arya carefully, then grinned brightly, her two bottom missing teeth adding even more charm to her cherubic face. The girl then offered the sleeping baby animal to Arya who took it gently and cradled it against her chest. Weasel moved closer to Arya, petting the animal’s little head.
Gendry’s heart soared. Hot Pie and Lommy had done the impossible. They’d found someone who could actually bond with Weasel, despite her inability to speak.
Not long after, as Weasel napped on the sitting room couch, Gendry and Arya stood in the entry way again.
“So what are the hours like then?” Arya asked nonchalantly, ignoring the fact he hadn’t officially offered her the job yet.
Gendry grinned. “Well I can be flexible with that depending on your schedule. I just got work with the Stark Foundation, and they’re great at working around child care needs.”
Arya blinked up at him three times before she spoke. “Bloody hell. You’re working for my brother?”
It was Gendry’s turn to blink back at her. “Robb Stark is your brother?” He paused. “You’re a Stark?”
She cursed inwardly for letting the fact be known. She knew what was coming next.
“What are you doing looking for a job like this?” He seemed incredulous.
She couldn’t help rolling her eyes. “I’m not good with people” was all she provided as explanation.
Gendry stared at her, glanced behind his shoulder at Weasel, then back at Arya.
Arya smiled in spite of herself. “I’m not good with adult people.” She clarified.
“You’re good with me.” Gendry found the words spilling out because they were so true, though his face reddened at his boldness. He wasn’t good with people either, but from the moment he’d met her, there’d been something so familiar about Arya, as if they’d been friends forever already.
Arya’s own face pinkened, but she grinned again. “Or you’re just good with me.” She responded cheekily.
Gendry cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed. “Well, I’m not sure this job pays as well as one at your brother’s company.”
Arya’s face was amused but also unreadable. “I need the experience anyway,” she quipped.
“Alright then,” he smiled happily. “She’s in school between 10 and 2, but you can start earlier or end later. Up to you.”
“Just let me know your ideal work schedule,” she responded, “and I’ll work around it.”
Gendry nodded. “Alright, that doesn’t sound bad.” He paused, wondering if he dare say what came to his mind next. He dared. “Would your schedule happen to have an opening over the weekend for dinner or coffee?”
Arya’s cheeks pinkened again, and he found he liked the effect. But then she responded, “Well I have dinner and coffee everyday.” It took Gendry a moment to realize she was messing with him.
Suddenly the intercom behind them buzzed. “Giuseppe’s Pizza.” A distorted voice said over the intercom.
They looked at each other, then Arya grinned. “I’ve got an opening for pizza right now, if you do.”
Gendry felt slightly tipsy as he grinned back and hung Arya’s sweatshirt back up on the coat rack.
“I’ll see if I can find the time, but I’m pretty sure we can work something out.”
Arya was busy pressing the button that let the pizza man into the gate, but he saw her smirk from the side. Already making herself at home. Gendry liked the thought. In fact, he loved it. “Let’s hope this one’s not a serial murderer either,” Arya murmured, grinning slyly his way.
“Well,” Gendry found himself saying. “You turned out alright.”
“So did you,” and Arya did that wolfish smile Gendry realized he’d already come to like so much.
What do you think is Arya's current (at the end of ADWD I mean) state of mind about Gendry ? Because I know she thinks he abandonned her but she also think about him when she's about to enter the House of Black and White... (Basically I want a little bit of Gendrya from you ! =D)
Always happy to do some Gendry/Arya writing ;-)
Arya thinks Gendry abandoned her, that’s the most important thing to remember. In ADWD (and really post-end of ASoS,) Arya is attempting to not think about anyone who she’s loved and lost (be it because of death or abandonment.)
Gendry is someone lost to Arya in her mind. She really misunderstands his feelings for her and motivations. This is in a large part due to her perspective on the world and upbringing.
Arya never saw Gendry as anything less than an equal. He was a bastard, but so is Jon. And Jon is the person Arya misses most in the world. When Arya gets mad at him, calls him names or whatever, it’s always because he’s done something to upset her. She never looks down on him. Why would she? From Mycah the butcher’s boy to pretty much everyone lowborn she saw at Winterfell (she played with their children, created names for their babies, was doted on by their mothers, and listened to their fathers,) Arya has always lived as a person who didn’t judge someone based on the status of their birth.
…but she’s pretty much the only one in the series.
I’ve talked a bit about Gendry and his representation. The truth is that Gendry is one of the lowest ranking characters in the series- NW recruit turned outlaw, bastard, uneducated, ect. And his entire life has been a series of insults and decisions made on his behalf because of it. It’s heavily implied that Gendry doesn’t have any friends before Arya, he’s described as sullen and quiet, reserved and anti-social. Tobho Mott even mentions that kids mocked him and he got in physical altercations over it.
Imagine how much it must destroy him to make a friend, someone he considers himself a team with, only to discover that she is just another thing his status will prevent him from having. He’s terrified when he learns Arya’s highborn. He makes multiple digs about it, which allows the reader to know that it bothers him. These only become more pronounced once people (the BWB) start treating Arya like a highborn.
For Gendry, it must be so strange- the first person to really value him, treat him like someone precious and worthy and not expendable, is the exact kind of person that he has grown to resent. Arya is about as high class as they come, she’s a lady of a great house at least and a princess at most.
Gendry can’t handle his emotions, he’s maybe 15 at this point, and takes to responding in ways that only serve to confuse and upset Arya more. He claims he wants to sleep with Bella, he stares at her for things beyond her control (like Hoster Tully’s choices,) he yells at her about her/his status, he makes comments about her father/Jon, ect.
Most importantly, he joins the Brotherhood Without Banners- who Arya already feels betrayed by because of Harwin and is holding her captive.
Arya sees Gendry coming with her and serving Robb as a way of the two of them to be together, be friends. Gendry knows better than to assume a guy like him can really be friends with a girl like Arya. Their statuses just forbid it. And while Arya was known to befriend and play with those of lower status in Winterfell, A) Gendry doesn’t know that, and B) that doesn’t apply here much.
Everything had changed since then. Arya was growing older, Robb had betrothed her to Elmar, the war and change in power (Ned vs. Robb) is also noteworthy. Moreover, playing with lowborn children has nothing on Arya’s relationship with Gendry. They slept next to each other, wrestled, spent all their time together for months, hell, Arya’s seen Gendry completely undressed before.
Anyway, Arya doesn’t really understand Gendry’s mindset, so Arya interprets Gendry’s actions as not liking her or wanting to spend time with her. Remember, Arya has very low self-esteem and doesn’t believe people value her the way she is.
Hot Pie and Gendry had left her just as soon as they could…
None of them wanted her around. They were never my pack, not even Hot Pie and Gendry. I was stupid to think so, just a stupid little girl, and no wolf at all. Arya, ASoS
As a result, Arya is blocking thoughts of Gendry out. Every time he comes up in her thoughts post-separation, she quickly changes the trajectory of her thoughts, talks herself out of thinking of him. The above example is after she thinks this:
Anguy would teach her to use a bow, and she could ride with Gendry and be an outlaw, like Wenda the White Fawn in the songs.
But that was just stupid, like something Sansa might dream.
She romanticizes spending time with Gendry (like something “Sansa might dream”) then reminds herslef that it was “stupid” and proceeds to remind herself of Gendry’s abandonment. In fact, the example you’ve given (of when she’s about to enter the HoBaW) is another. She uses the memory of being with Gendry in Harrenhal (and no one else, not even allies like Hot PIe or relevant figures like Jaqen) to give her strength.
As the swish of oars faded, she could almost hear the beating of her heart. Suddenly she was somewhere else… back in Harrenhal with Gendry, maybe, or with the Hound in the woods along the Trident. Salty is a stupid child, she told herself. I am a wolf, and will not be afraid. She patted Needle’s hilt for luck and plunged into the shadows, taking the steps two at a time so no one could ever say she’d been afraid. Arya, AFFC
Most of her thoughts of Gendry post-separation are about their time together (as in her experiences with him, not thinking about him really but about the past) or about his abandonment. To me, she’s clearly trying not to focus on someone she believes willingly abandoned her when she had no one else.
There was no use trying to convince the Bull of anything. Still, he was the only true friend she had. Arya, ASoS
Anyway, if/when they meet again, and I suspect they will, we’ll probably see Arya’s feelings of betrayal and abandonment given more light. For now, in the House of Black and White where she’s trying to block out her attachments, it’s especially unlikely for us to have her think of how hurt she is over Gendry’s loss.