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Arya Stark (nothorsefaced) wrote in valarlogs,
@ 2013-03-04 02:04:00

Entry tags:

!complete, arya stark, bran stark, jon snow

Who: Arya Stark, Bran Stark and Jon Snow
What: Arya and Bran decide to wait up for Jon to come home
When: Monday, March 4th. Late Night
Where: The Stark's Home; Jon's Room
Rating: TBD
Status: Complete

Yes, Arya and Bran did have school the next morning and yes, it was quite late, but ever since Jon had come back a few weeks earlier the most Arya had seen of her older brother was the time they'd spent talking in his room the day he'd come back; since then he'd either been working or out. Arya didn't know where he was when he wasn't working, because it wasn't as if he knew very many people in California besides them, but she supposed he must have made friends at work. Yes, Arya was jealous, but she wasn't going to tell anyone. So as a result, Arya had suggested to Bran that one night, before Jon got home, they go into his room and wait for him and made him hang out with them for a little while. Of course she'd originally suggested it during February vacation, which would have been a better time to do it, because they wouldn't have had school the next day, but that hadn't happened and now, over a week later, Arya was tired of not seeing Jon and had practically dragged Bran with her to Jon's room that night.

"What is he staying out so long for anyway? Besides, it's Sunday. Who works a full time job on a Sunday?" Arya was mostly rambling as they reached Jon's room, but it was pretty clear that she was annoyed. Opening the door, Arya flicked on the overhead light and headed straight for Jon's bed, which she proceeded to sit down on then fell back, her legs hanging off the edge as she waited for Bran to come in and close the door. The rest of the family were already sleeping, so there was very little chance of them getting caught still up.

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nothorsefaced
2013-03-06 06:57 am UTC (link)

At the sound of Jon's voice, Arya glanced over at her older brother and grinned, "You mean this isn't the living room?" It was almost comical, the way Jon had stopped, spilling some of his tea and Arya was glad they had surprised him. She didn't get off the bed though, figuring that they'd already come to him, so he could now come to them.

Once Jon sat down on the bed, Arya was able to look at both of her brothers from where she sat in the middle of the bed since both Bran and Jon were sitting against the headboard. "This visit is because you have been here for like two weeks, but you've been virtually nonexistent during that time, so we thought that we would force you to hang out with us." Arya didn't really mind if she didn't get a lot of sleep, because she had a stash of redbull in her room and it wouldn't be the first time she'd downed one first thing in the morning.

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secondson_
2013-03-06 02:57 pm UTC (link)

"Ouch," Bran complained when he was pinched on the arm. "You're so aggressive."

As best as he could, Bran moved over to make room for their brother on the mattress. Seeing Jon again made his head reel as he forced himself to separate the Jon he knew in his dreams to the one that was sitting here between him and Arya. Bran let his head rest against the headboard and folded his hands over his stomach. He was almost to the edge of the mattress, but he didn't mind.

"Arya hits, you know," Bran pointed out, just another way to force Jon to be around them. "What have you been doing anyway?"

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blackestsnow
2013-03-07 06:31 am UTC (link)

'Yes, I am a brute,' Jon retorted, 'And as you well know I can lick the both of you with only one arm so be civil.'

Arya could hit hard, not just the natural flailing of an unhinged teenage girl but Jon had taught her to throw a proper punch. And Bran had tactics and a witty tongue, rivaling the minds of most well-educated adults. But Jon was years into training for a career which boasted armed combat, mixed martial arts and battle tactics. He was broader in the shoulders than both his siblings combined, built so much like their father and had graduated first degree in his concentration; there was no question which one of the three was the natural soldier.

Though, of the three, Jon was also the quietest and least likely to launch a frontal attack.

Picking up his tea cup, Jon blew across the surface before sipping, his dark curls falling round his face and catching the steam. Tea was his nightly ritual, as much as coffee in the morning and stretches at lunch. All good things to keep his body healthy, happy, in tune and functioning.

'I've been working,' he replied, lowering the tea cup and relaxing against his pillow. 'Almost nonstop, in fact. And tonight I've just come home from visiting Margaery. She'd never seen Monty Python, can you believe that?'

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nothorsefaced
2013-03-11 06:11 am UTC (link)

"Just be happy that I don't bite," Arya smirked then stuck her tongue out at Bran. This was what she enjoyed; sitting here with her brothers and teasing each other and wished that they had gotten more of an opportunity to do it when they were younger, but it had just been her and Bran teasing each other and on occasion Rickon. She had teased Sansa quite often, but it was never the same as with Bran. So, she was always happy when Jon was there, because despite the age difference, he would take it just as good as he could deal it out.

"Well you should tell your work that you need time to see your favorite siblings." If she were honest all Arya wished was that Jon didn't stay out so late after work because of Catelyn and that Catelyn wouldn't blame Jon for something he hadn't had any control over. "How has she not heard of Monty Python? Does she live under a rock?" Honestly, was that even possible?

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secondson_
2013-03-11 11:35 am UTC (link)

"Are you five now?" Bran teased Arya, reaching across Jon (mindful of his cup of tea) to tickle his fingers at his sister's ribs. Over the course of the years, he'd had to be more careful as Arya had developed breasts, something that Bran hadn't thought would ever happen.

When he was satisfied, Bran returned to his position. Margaery? Tyrell? Jon had met Margaery Tyrell? Bran had heard the Tyrells were here, but he hadn't run into them yet. "I hear she's from Sweden," was all he really had to say on the subject.

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blackestsnow
2013-03-11 04:10 pm UTC (link)

Tea cup clearly in danger with all the playful poking, Jon took one more sip before passing the bevvie to Bran and instructing him to set it back on the nightstand. 'On the mat mind! Uncooth Americans...'

Though Jon and all the Stark children shared an English noble father, Jon had always considered his half-siblings spawn of their mother: American red, white and blue.

Arya coud argue with Jon over it all she liked but fact remained they were all born in the States. Thy we're raised there, gone to school there, and currently lived there. Eddard was British but only he and Jon knew what it was like to have fresh milk delivered to the doorstep. To see a morning and an evening newspaper. Jon had grown up drinking socially, not secretively, understood the dangers of daleks, that yellow jelly babies should be avoided at all costs and that Sunday roasts were mandatory. A pancake was flat with sugar and lemon, spotted dick was not a disease and Big Ben was a bell, thank you very much. Emotions were invalid and the sun was a foreign body unwelcomed in his sky.

All things quintessentially British that his siblings could claim they knew but could never truly understand because they were not and could never be English.

'Yes, she's from Sweden and living auite close, actually.' Jon didn't say anything more about it; Arya knew her. Jon told Arya almost all the surface details of his life. And then she would, in turn, tell most of those details to anyone else who would listen. No surprise then that Bran knew Margaery's nationality.

'How have the two of you kept yourselves? Marks alright? Anything special?'

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nothorsefaced
2013-03-12 06:05 am UTC (link)

Arya let out a noise that sounded like a strangled squeal as she tried to stay quiet even while Bran tickled her and she attempted to smack his hands away. If Arya Stark had one weakness it was her ribs. Tickle her there and she would be down for the count; however, you'd best watch your back later, because she'd come after you when you least expected it. As far as the whole breasts thing went, Arya had developed later than other girls in her class, having already reached high school by the time she'd really begun to fill out, but chalked that up to all the sports she played. Even now they weren't very big and she preferred it that way, because then they didn't get in the way when she ran or swung a bat or spiked a volleyball.

Arya knew of Margaery from Jon, but aside from that she didn't really know anything about her brother's friend so she answered his questions instead, "Of course our grades are good. We have to keep them up if we're going to stay on our respective teams. Oh! You should ask Bran about his girl friends." She smirked over at Bran as she said it, still enjoying teasing him about Beth and Alyssa.

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secondson_
2013-03-13 09:56 am UTC (link)

Since his dreams were occurring on a regular basis, both Bran's accent and slang were distinctly British, or rather, very Northern as the Starks were in his dreams. It was something he couldn't help, he felt as if he'd been born with it all. Jon may have thought Bran was mocking his accent, though, and he winced when Jon said that. It was a jab that almost hurt, although Bran couldn't fathom why it would. He guessed he just wanted Jon to see him as just as good and if being British was above being American, that was how he wanted Jon to see him.

Bran didn't place the drink down, not yet. He took a whiff of it first, at least what was left. "I don't have any girlfriends," he mumbled with his face still close to the brim. It was true. He'd gone from the possibility of two, down to the possibility of one, and now the possibility of none. He supposed he was magic in more ways than turning into a wolf in his dreams.

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