When oaths are spoken with secrecy and ardency. The change between two can be unimaginable. Threats are already circling, looking to take a bite. But they remain steadfast and uncornered. Will they prevail? Or will they fall? No one knows, least of...
A.N: Here again with a new one-shot. Following our favourite couple! It's been tough for me to write lately, my head not staying quiet enough for me to focus. So the fact that this is even here now? It's kind of amazing to me. Maybe not my best work but it's something and it's helped to declutter my mind. So in that respect it's a good thing.
Song Snippet: Jim Yosef - Plateau
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I never wanted to be free
Feel the rush inside of me
Swear to God, it never sleeps
Oh, got me high on your plateau
Pull the strings, don't let me go
You're design, now take me home
-&-&-&-&-
Arya's eyes flicked up towards the door of her apothecary, as she heard the sound of running feet. The delicate but fast clicking of heels telling her exactly who it was. Sansa. Feeling her brow raising at this, she made her way to the door, unlocked and opened it, just in time for Sansa to fly through it, her hand grabbing at the door frame and swinging her inside, where Arya then slammed the door closed and relocked it. Sansa never ran. She was always put together, calm, cool and collected. So if she was running, there was a reason and not one that was good. And as Arya thought this, the commotion outside of men stomping through the grounds, close to the tower that she had her apothecary in, reached her.
She could hear them shouting to find the Stark sisters and take them prisoner. Feeling her brow disappear into her hairline again, she turned to Sansa in question and saw as her sister's beautiful face was stricken in a shade of grey, most concerning. Not asking any questions, she quickly made her way to a closet in the room and pulled free two heavy cloaks and two satchels that carried everything they needed to disappear for a while. Handing a cloak and satchel to her sister, she then pulled free two outfits built for travelling. Tossing one to Sansa, she said nothing except two words.
"Get changed."
Arya then turned and began stripping herself of her gown and slippers, hearing as Sansa did the same. When they were changed, Arya hid their gowns and slippers up within the dark eaves of the ceiling. Then grabbed her sister's hand and pulled her to the middle of the room, where she threw the corner of the rug there to the side, revealing a hidden door with a ladder that led straight to the catacombs of Winterfell. Urging her sister down the ladder before her, Arya soon followed, closing the door behind them. Once it was secured, she pulled on a small rope that hung down by the tunnel wall and heard as the rug was flipped back into place. She knew that it would look as though it was never disturbed to begin with. Looking down at Sansa, she urged her with a waving of her hand, to keep climbing and blessedly her sister didn't argue.
