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“ oh, aye, were you? “ though, the corner of his mouth pulls up, warmth flushing his features.
“ augh. don’t tell maester luwin. it’ll get back to father, and i’ll be in trouble. “
— so, he was scaling trees with arya and bran. so what.
there was amusement in the tug of jon’s mouth as he averted his gaze back to the scrape that wept blood. it ran along the flat of his forearm, barely visible, if not for the tear in his tunic.
❛ not a word.
❛ – is that the way of it?
❛ yes. the wine is rationed, even when posted upon the wall. we have not the stores for frivolities.
abrideoffire
she held no favor for a starless sky. a night too many had daenerys targaryen known absent light, stars blown out as if candles, the moon swallowed by a shadowed shroud. still, silent, though soon broken by the murmur of leaves when made to dance by blowing wind. it is as if they speak their own foreign tongue, she thinks then, so tuned to their endless chatter till silenced once more. nights such as these were difficult to pass in lone company, unease having found her long before the sun had set beyond the horizon, and blue had faded into a churn of orange and yellow and pink. she held no favor for darkest night, for it is then that the enemy strikes in allowed obscurity—— by morn come the dead, if so “fortunate” to sleep till then was she.
an inclination of silvern crown, so does she take note of the sound of grass shifting beneath heavy weight. a turn, enough to glance beyond her shoulder and catch glimpse of this one to come before her. impassivity would hold, slow the blink to follow as the queen briefly glanced over the crow before attentions came to turn upon the city below once more. dany is silent for what felt to be a short moment, lips parting after & she spoke.
❛ Sit and talk with me. ❜
battle worn and weary, with fresh, pink scars lining pale flesh, jon found her. he wore no longer the inky threads of his brothers upon the wall, nor the soiled rags of a slave bought and sold---- he stood as one loyal to her cause, clothed in humble shades of brown beneath the unwavering heat of the dothraki sea. sweat dripped lethargically from his hairline, down along his temple until it dripped from the crook of his chin. jon would never grow accustomed to the suffocating heat of the east; each breath drawn was labored, the air thick as it was sucked between pursed lips. the dark bramble of facial hair that had grown unruly in winter’s embrace, was clipped short come summer, and so too were his long curls tamed and tethered at the base of his neck.
he idled at the threshold, watching her with wide, dark eyes until the silver queen turned to observe him. jon inhaled sharply at her beckoning---- ever timid in the spotlight of her lavender gaze---- before moving forward to meet her. with chin angled downward and brows raised, he met her where she sat, serene despite the impossible weight that slumped upon her shoulders despite the physical absence of a crown.
❛ there has been unrest due south, but your outriders neutralized any possible threats. i have nothing further to report, your grace.
Blisters had risen in her shoes nearly a sennight ago; auburn blazed along her scalp, peeking out where new hair had grown after a final stain. She had to travel with hood aloft, lest some curious traveler question such a strange appearance. Sansa knew compared to half-brother trudging alongside, she offered little help; capable neither of hunting game nor starting fires, the former bastard’s chief skill seemed only to make things more difficult.
”Are you certain we haven’t the coin for an inn? I cannot be the only one tiring of pebbles and pine needles for bedding.”
her voice chirped above labored breath of a forest burdened with winter's breath upon its shoulders. snow had not yet fallen, marring the dark landscape with pale accents, and so they continued through the soupy amass of puddles that dotted the curving roadways. they weren’t more than two days from the nearest port, and had to horde the gold they had for safe passage.
❛ an inn places us at risk of being seen. we’ve less than three days before we reach the harbor.
as if his reassurance made the miles that laid before them any easier to muster. a sigh tugged subtly at the slope of his shoulders as his grim expression, too, faltered. jon could not help imagining her as the fragile girl he had known in winterfell, with wary eyes and pursed lips. so much had changed---- she had changed.
❛ however, if it is what you truly wish of me, we shall find one.
Jon Snow and Arya Stark + parallels
GIFSET REQUEST MEME | rings-kings-and-things asked → asoiaf + favourite familial relationship » And Arya… he missed her even more than Robb, skinny little thing that she was, all scraped knees and tangled hair and torn clothes, so fierce and willful. Arya never seemed to fit, no more than he had… yet she could always make Jon smile. He would give anything to be with her now, to muss up her hair once more and watch her make a face, to hear her finish a sentence with him.
do you remember that C A V E ? we should have stayed in that cave . we’ll go back there ; you know N O T H I N G , jon snow .
modern au starks + magazines
Jon Snow — Game of Thrones 4.07 “Mockingbird” [x]
Jon Snow & Ygritte + smiling at each other requested by anonymous
