Harley released her hair from a loose braid. It was black, like the sky on a night during winter. She dived into the pure water. It was ice cold, her skin was soon covered in little goosebumps, her body slowly numbing.
She was covered in dirt and dried blood from the past few weeks. She ran a muddy finger along a long, white with age, scar across her left rib cage. She shivered.
Harley had lived north of the wall her whole life. She was a freefolk and freefolk hated crows. That was what she was told all her life, she had never known anything else.
She rubbed the crusted blood off each small wound on her naked body, until her skin was fresh and clean again. She didn't want to linger, it was too cold. Her skin had started turning blue.
Once Harley was out of the water, she went to grab her warm, dry clothes, but they weren't where she had left them.
"Looking for these?"
Erik stood, holding her furs in his chunky hands.
"Give them back you fucking perve!" Harley spat, covering herself with her bare arms.
"Nothing I've never seen before." he smirked, and paused before throwing her clothes over to her. She hastily put them on.
"How long have you been watching me?!" she hissed.
"Well..." his smirk broke into a full faced grin, "I had a feeling you'd be out here..." Erik spoke, but as soon as Harley was fully dressed, she was off, speed walking through the narrow trees and back towards camp.
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Episode one: A Cold Whisper {Game of Thrones} (COMPLETED)
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