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thecapitol2015-07-14 11:22 pm
shieldofrohan) wrote in thecapitol2015-07-14 11:22 pm
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we'll all make more mistakes [CLOSED]
Who| Éowyn and Arya
What| Éowyn has been avoiding Arya. Arya has noticed, and confronts her.
Where| D10 suite
When| A few days after the Arena
Warnings/Notes| TBC
It isn't out of malice that Éowyn has been steering clear of Arya. Truthfully, she doesn't even really notice she's doing it. Since her return from the Arena, she has been in a state of deep depression, fuelled into action only by the anger that boils like a furnace just under her skin. Everything she was holding onto seems to have been taken from her, in one swift blow; her hopes of victory for Arya, her chance to kill Black Tom, and, most of all, her companions from home. Her king, her queen, the Halfling... all dead, and dead for good.
Worst of all is the pervading, agonising feeling that it's her fault. If she had killed Tom. If she had protected her friends. If she had not been there, Arya's two defenders locked in combat, when Arya was killed. If she had found a way to fight back, found some way for them to escape this place...
Such thoughts leave little time for people, and even less time for Arya in particular. She has seen the girl more than once in their shared common area, and turned away, unable to deal with the storm of guilt and anger and resentment that Arya's face stirs up in her. Most of the time, in the week or so since she got back, she has spent either training like a woman possessed, drifting around in the small stables under the Center, or in her own room, fighting the urge to cry. She eats little, sleeps little, and talks less. She feels once again as trapped and as lost as she did when she first arrived... but this time it is worse, because she knows too much to even rage and rail against it. Instead, she has to bite it back, and when she does cry, it is quietly, into her pillow.
When Arya comes to find her, Éowyn is sitting on her bed, cross-legged. She's started a piece of tapestry work - never her favourite thing to do, but something she can do alone that feels less like wasting time - and is embroidering the mane of Rohan's white horse, her hands clumsy and bandaged from the hours upon hours she's spent training, until even her well-calloused hands are worn down to blisters. Her heart clearly isn't in her work, though. She's barely looking at it, ignoring the times she stabs her fingers with the blunt tapestry needle. When the knock comes on the door, her hands still, and she falls silent for a long moment before calling out "I am working! Can it not wait?"
What| Éowyn has been avoiding Arya. Arya has noticed, and confronts her.
Where| D10 suite
When| A few days after the Arena
Warnings/Notes| TBC
It isn't out of malice that Éowyn has been steering clear of Arya. Truthfully, she doesn't even really notice she's doing it. Since her return from the Arena, she has been in a state of deep depression, fuelled into action only by the anger that boils like a furnace just under her skin. Everything she was holding onto seems to have been taken from her, in one swift blow; her hopes of victory for Arya, her chance to kill Black Tom, and, most of all, her companions from home. Her king, her queen, the Halfling... all dead, and dead for good.
Worst of all is the pervading, agonising feeling that it's her fault. If she had killed Tom. If she had protected her friends. If she had not been there, Arya's two defenders locked in combat, when Arya was killed. If she had found a way to fight back, found some way for them to escape this place...
Such thoughts leave little time for people, and even less time for Arya in particular. She has seen the girl more than once in their shared common area, and turned away, unable to deal with the storm of guilt and anger and resentment that Arya's face stirs up in her. Most of the time, in the week or so since she got back, she has spent either training like a woman possessed, drifting around in the small stables under the Center, or in her own room, fighting the urge to cry. She eats little, sleeps little, and talks less. She feels once again as trapped and as lost as she did when she first arrived... but this time it is worse, because she knows too much to even rage and rail against it. Instead, she has to bite it back, and when she does cry, it is quietly, into her pillow.
When Arya comes to find her, Éowyn is sitting on her bed, cross-legged. She's started a piece of tapestry work - never her favourite thing to do, but something she can do alone that feels less like wasting time - and is embroidering the mane of Rohan's white horse, her hands clumsy and bandaged from the hours upon hours she's spent training, until even her well-calloused hands are worn down to blisters. Her heart clearly isn't in her work, though. She's barely looking at it, ignoring the times she stabs her fingers with the blunt tapestry needle. When the knock comes on the door, her hands still, and she falls silent for a long moment before calling out "I am working! Can it not wait?"
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She hugs Arya back, just as tight, stroking the girl's short-cropped hair and closing her eyes for a moment. It doesn't ease her pain entirely to have Arya here, the Arena's end behind them. Aragorn is still dead, and Arwen, and the Halfling Samwise. She is still imprisoned, while her enemy gains stature and support. But it's something, not to be alone.
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"Your husband wanted to teach you?" The idea is entirely strange to Arya, of a man encouraging his wife to learn to fight. Perhaps marriage wouldn't be entirely awful, in that case.
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"I thought you didn't like me any more," she admits. "My real sister hates me enough without losing you too."
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