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𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 & 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙮𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜  (mun is 21+) ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴍɪᴛᴄʜɪ (ꜱʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ). ʟᴏᴡ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ.

( 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 )

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Back at Winterfell, they had eaten in the Great Hall almost half the time. Her father used to say that a lord needed to eat with his men, if he hoped to keep them. “Know the men who follow you,” she heard him tell Robb once, “and let them know you. Don’t ask your men to die for a stranger.” At Winterfell, he always had an extra seat set at his own table, and every day a different man would be asked to join him. One night it would be Vayon Poole, and the talk would be coppers and bread stores and servants. The next time it would be Mikken, and her father would listen to him go on about armor and swords and how hot a forge should be and the best way to temper steel. Another day it might be Hullen with his endless horse talk, or Septon Chayle from the library, or Jory, or Ser Rodrik, or even Old Nan with her stories. Arya had loved nothing better than to sit at her father’s table and listen to them talk. She had loved listening to the men on the benches too; to freeriders tough as leather, courtly knights and bold young squires, grizzled old men-at-arms. She used to throw snowballs at them and help them steal pies from the kitchen. Their wives gave her scones and she invented names for their babies and played monsters-and-maidens and hide-the-treasure and come-into-my-castle with their children. Fat Tom used to call her “Arya Underfoot,” because he said that was where she always was. – Arya II, A Game of Thrones

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Toph tossed her bag haphazardly aside, flopped onto the nearest cushion and heaved a long, weary sigh. “Man, it’s good to be back.”

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Arya beamed, practically throwing herself at her best friend, with a half-baked attempt to be ‘gentle’ while giving Toph a hug. “Thank the gods because life was getting way too boring without you. I nearly went shopping with Sansa.” 

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Anonymous asked:

I definitely agree with you that there are clearly closer bonds within the Stark family. For example, when Jon thinks of fond memories from home, sometimes only Arya is involved, but in many of them its always "Robb, Bran, Arya" and he thinks how Bran and Arya played together like him and Robb before them. Its really cute! I think the Bran x Arya relationship is underrated, they were pretty close as well. Rickon was too young to form those bonds, which breaks my heart, the poor baby.

This quote?

Playing, Jon thought in astonishment, grown men playing like children, throwing snowballs the way Bran and Arya once did, and Robb and me before them. Jon, ADWD

I love it. It’s so cute. It also mirrors a quote of Arya’s I have further down.

Yeah, I once catalogued Jon’s moments when he thinks of his family, and unless it’s every single child in the Starks, it’s mainly just Arya, Bran, and Robb (though Robb references lessen a bit post-ASoS and Ned was included in AGoT.) But that makes sense because the three of them were also his three goodbyes before leaving Winterfell. 

He remembered the day he had left Winterfell, all the bittersweet farewells; Bran lying broken, Robb with snow in his hair, Arya raining kisses on him after he’d given her Needle. Jon, AGoT

There are several other cute ones, but I’ll leave that for another post.

Well, this mirrors many real families. Even in close families, there tends to be people with closer bonds because of things like similar interests. Age is also a huge factor. Jon is way closer with Robb than Rickon for instance because he grew up with Robb, and Rickon was too young for him to form a bond with.

But about Bran x Arya. Well, I’m glad you asked because I have a bunch of feelings on the subject. First, you’re right, they are a highly underrated relationship.

There’s some great parallels to start with.

They’re both climbers:

The rooftops of Winterfell were Bran’s second home. His mother often said that Bran could climb before he could walk. Bran, AGoT
Arya was a skilled climber and a fast picker, and she liked to go off by herself. Arya, ACoK

They’re not fans of romantic stories:

“Some books. I like the fighting stories. My sister Sansa likes the kissing stories, but those are stupid.“ Bran, ADWD
(on hearing the story of Ashara Dayne) Sansa would have sighed and shed a tear for true love, but Arya just thought it was stupid.Arya, ASoS

 They both have darkness as a theme that their teachers tell them will give them strength/guide them:

There he sat, listening to the hoarse whispers of his teacher. “Never fear the darkness, Bran.” The lord’s words were accompanied by a faint rustling of wood and leaf, a slight twisting of his head. “The strongest trees are rooted in the dark places of the earth. Darkness will be your cloak, your shield, your mother’s milk. Darkness will make you strong.” Bran, ADWD
Every dawn she woke to darkness…

“How long must I be blind?” she would ask. “Until darkness is as sweet to you as light,” the waif would say, “

“You must now walk in darkness until you see the way” [the Kindly Man tells Arya] Arya, ADWD

They’ve both met at least one of the Children of the Forest despite them being so rare now:

Bran saw a bear skull and a wolf skull, half a dozen human skulls and near as many giants. All the rest were small, queerly formed. Children of the forest. Bran, ADWD
[The Ghost of the High Heart] turned her head sharply and smiled through the gloom, right at Arya. “You cannot hide from me, child. Come closer, now.” Arya, ASoS

They are also the most accomplished skinchangers so far, the youngest two POVs, and deal the most with wolves (although Jon’s up there.)

But about their actual relationship. Well, for starters, Bran likens someone he has great respect for to Arya:

Meera reminded Bran of his sister Arya. She wasn’t scared to get dirty, and she could run and fight and throw as good as a boy. She was older than Arya, though; almost sixteen, a woman grown. ACoK

He’s highly complimentary of Arya here since the idea of women being on par with men in terms of running, fighting, and throwing is unusual in such a patriarchal society. But also because of Bran’s feelings for Meera.

He wondered what Meera would think if he should suddenly tell her that he loved her. ADWD

Bran thinks very highly of Meera, so the comparison of the two girls in Bran’s life is great praise.

Also, I like this bit:

Bran had not wanted the Freys at the high table, but the maester reminded him that they would soon be kin. Robb was to marry one of their aunts, and Arya one of their uncles. “She never will,” Bran said, “not Arya,” ACoK

Bran seems to really know Arya here, especially considering what we see of Arya/Elmar’s interaction. 

And one of my favorite things is how Bran sees Arya all the time now. There’s him seeing Arya in Meera above but also

A cloud of ravens was pouring from the cave, and he saw a little girl with a torch in hand, darting this way and that. For a moment Bran thought it was his sister Arya … madly, for he knew his little sister was a thousand leagues away, or dead. And yet there she was, whirling, a scrawny thing, ragged, wild, her hair atangle…
And the Arya thing stood over them, clutching her torch… That was not Arya’s voice, nor any child’s. It was a woman’s voice, high and sweet, with a strange music in it like none that he had ever heard and a sadness that he thought might break his heart. Bran squinted, to see her better. It was a girl, but smaller than Arya, her skin dappled like a doe’s beneath a cloak of leaves. ADWD

Bran sees Arya in Leaf.

Now two children danced across the godswood, hooting at one another as they dueled with broken branches. The girl was the older and taller of the two. Arya! Bran thought eagerly, as he watched her leap up onto a rock and cut at the boy. But that couldn’t be right. If the girl was Arya, the boy was Bran himself, and he had never worn his hair so long. And Arya never beat me playing swords, the way that girl is beating him. She slashed the boy across his thigh, so hard that his leg went out from under him and he fell into the pool and began to splash and shout. “You be quiet, stupid,” the girl said, tossing her own branch aside. “It’s just water. Do you want Old Nan to hear and run tell Father?” She knelt and pulled her brother from the pool, but before she got him out again, the two of them were gone. After that the glimpses came faster and faster, till Bran was feeling lost and dizzy. He saw no more of his father, nor the girl who looked like Arya. ADWD

and he sees Arya in Lyanna. Another great thing of that second quote is that it alludes to how Bran and Arya used to play. Bran even thinks “if the girl was Arya, the boy was Bran himself” and that “Arya never beat me playing swords”, which means that they must have played swords a fair amount together. This is also interesting because people tend to see people they miss or are thinking about in others. 

And on Arya’s side there are some good moments as well.

"Father, will Bran come and live with us now?”

“Not for a long time, sweet one,” he told her. “He needs to win his strength back.” Arya bit her lip. “What will Bran do when he’s of age?” Ned knelt beside her. “He has years to find that answer, Arya. For now, it is enough to know that he will live.” The night the bird had come from Winterfell, Eddard Stark had taken the girls to the castle godswood, an acre of elm and alder and black cottonwood overlooking the river. The heart tree there was a great oak, its ancient limbs overgrown with smokeberry vines; they knelt before it to offer their thanksgiving, as if it had been a weirwood. Sansa drifted to sleep as the moon rose, Arya several hours later, curling up in the grass under Ned’s cloak. All through the dark hours he kept his vigil alone. When dawn broke over the city, the dark red blooms of dragon’s breath surrounded the girls where they lay. “I dreamed of Bran,” Sansa had whispered to him. “I saw him smiling.”

“He was going to be a knight,” Arya was saying now. “A knight of the Kingsguard. Can he still be a knight?” AGoT

I love how Arya is asking after Bran’s dreams. She knows Bran wanted to be a knight and wants to know if he still can.

And this is the sweetest memory of all the Stark kids (sans Rickon who had not yet been born) but has some close Arya/Bran bits:

Suddenly Arya remembered the crypts at Winterfell. They were a lot scarier than this place, she told herself. She’d been just a little girl the first time she saw them. Her brother Robb had taken them down, her and Sansa and baby Bran, who’d been no bigger than Rickon was now. They’d only had one candle between them, and Bran’s eyes had gotten as big as saucers as he stared at the stone faces of the Kings of Winter, with their wolves at their feet and their iron swords across their laps.

Robb took them all the way down to the end, past Grandfather and Brandon and Lyanna, to show them their own tombs. Sansa kept looking at the stubby little candle, anxious that it might go out. Old Nan had told her there were spiders down here, and rats as big as dogs. Robb smiled when she said that. “There are worse things than spiders and rats,” he whispered. “This is where the dead walk.” That was when they heard the sound, low and deep and shivery. Baby Bran had clutched at Arya’s hand.

When the spirit stepped out of the open tomb, pale white and moaning for blood, Sansa ran shrieking for the stairs, and Bran wrapped himself around Robb’s leg, sobbing. Arya stood her ground and gave the spirit a punch. It was only Jon, covered with flour. “You stupid,” she told him, “you scared the baby,” but Jon and Robb just laughed and laughed, and pretty soon Bran and Arya were laughing too.

The memory made Arya smile, and after that the darkness held no more terrors for her. AGoT

Arya uses this memory to keep her calm and unafraid right after everything becomes chaotic in her life- this is just after she killed the stableboy. I love picturing a three year old Bran clutching Arya’s hand because he’s afraid and then Arya getting defensive of him. “You scared the baby.”

Arya stared at them with resentment, remembering the times she’d played at hoops with Bran and Jon and their baby brother Rickon. She wondered how big Rickon had grown, and whether Bran was sad. AGoT

Another reminder that Arya and Bran used to play together. But also, I think it’s cute that Arya wonders if Bran is sad. She’s worried about him even though she’s in a horrible position herself at the moment, stuck alone in Flea Bottom without food or shelter or any sort of idea what’s going on.

She remembered a summer’s snow in Winterfell when Arya and Bran had ambushed her as she emerged from the keep one morning.  Sansa, AFFC

And another quote to indicate that Arya and Bran played together and were probably up to the most mischief in the Stark household actually.

I think that Arya and Bran had a great relationship, which shows through in the text, and an underrated one. Bran and Arya are portrayed as each others’ primary playmate (likely because they are close in age,) enjoyed similar things like sword playing and climbing and snowball fights, and have some interesting parallels (like their mutual dislike of romantic stories and their themes of darkness as given by a mentor in ADWD and just by being the most accomplished skinchangers so far in the Starks.)

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She had last seen snow the day she'd left Winterfell. That was a lighter fall than this, she remembered. Robb had melting flakes in his hair when he hugged me, and the snowball Arya tried to make kept coming apart in her hands. It hurt to remember how happy she had been that morning. Hullen had helped her mount, and she'd ridden out with the snowflakes swirling around her, off to see the great wide world. I thought my song was beginning that day, but it was almost done.

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For a mother and child who have been at odds with each other for most of their life, Catelyn and Arya are too intricately connected even when separated by situations needed for the progression of the series.

I don't know if this is a mere coincidence but given the fact that in asoiaf, the journey of the female characters onto a new path is often reflected by a change in their appearance- more specifically a change in the way they wear their hair, this somehow seemed significant.

The most horrifying change that happened in Arya's life in The Game Of Thrones, is "witnessing" the execution of her father and thereby losing the protection and entering a life that is very different to what she has known before. It happens with Yoren hacking away Arya's hair to offer her a disguise. And this is how the scene goes:

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.

Arya's struggle here is born out of her fear for her life. She mistook Yoren's intentions.

Now we come to a scene from the Red Wedding:

Mad," someone said, "she's lost her wits," and someone else said, "Make an end," and a hand grabbed her scalp just as she'd done with Jinglebell, and she thought, 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.

I can't help but compare this scene with the one I mentioned earlier. The parallel between Yoren grabbing Arya's hair and Arya mistaking it to be an act of violence and the Freys grabbing Catelyn by her hair to kill her- that she in her state of grief blunders for them to mean to cut off her locks is indeed plausible.

So what does this mean? The way the fates of this mother and daughter duo seems connected and yet they have yet to have a single interaction on page? The way Arya is considered to be more like Cat than Ned, her alias 'Cat' being a nod to her mother, Grrm hiding Catelyn's fate in Arya's pov: A wolf with a fish in its mouth..., the antonymic connotations contained in the names of Mercy and Mother Merciless, the way their sense of justice is similar and yet is wholly different from one another? What does it mean?

I truly wonder if the distance created between these two Starks ( both in relationship and spatial) is deliberate. If this is all leading to a climax, a denouement that is going to be both macabre (Arya finally getting the approval from a shade that once was her mother by dint of her coping mechanism: i.e. the list) and cathartic ( Catelyn realizing that all is not lost, that she still has a child and finally getting to rest after looking upon the face that has inherited her husband's colouring).

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