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[Ghost was a large wolf, reaching up to Jon's shoulder in height. He was silent as well, letting his red eyes speak for him instead.]
You wouldn't? Do you have abilities over wolves?
[That's the first assumption he made with what little information he had on Vlad.]
You will need to find employment quickly then. If we don't accept the starter homes, we are expected to pay for wherever else we go.
You wouldn't? Do you have abilities over wolves?
[That's the first assumption he made with what little information he had on Vlad.]
You will need to find employment quickly then. If we don't accept the starter homes, we are expected to pay for wherever else we go.
There was a hint of a smile on his lips, touched by the gesture and kindness offered. She was a different sort of woman from Lady Stark, and while he didn't doubt that she was frustrated or insulted by Willie's presence, he doubt that she went out of her way to insult him or make him feel unwelcome in his father's home.
But it wasn't something he knew how to discuss or express his feelings on. While he had frustrations about his childhood, they remained largely silent and buried under a stoic nature and the burden of duty that was far more pressing on his shoulders.
"We should get back," he said softly, ready to leave the ghosts behind. "Have you met any of the new arrivals?"
But it wasn't something he knew how to discuss or express his feelings on. While he had frustrations about his childhood, they remained largely silent and buried under a stoic nature and the burden of duty that was far more pressing on his shoulders.
"We should get back," he said softly, ready to leave the ghosts behind. "Have you met any of the new arrivals?"
"I know," he said, picturing how Daenerys would respond to that statement. It would be the same reaction and just as justified. "It's only until tensions die down and only if you choose to stay in Olympia for now. I don't know what's happening, but these things didn't matter as much before."
He nodded, turning to watch as another guard passed him. His eyes were fixed on the pair of them, holding on Wanda's unfamiliar face. Jon's hand wrapped around the pommel of his sword, tense and ready. They might be in the city, but there was still no guarantee there wouldn't be trouble. "There is. I have already helped a few others find where they are to stay. There has always been housing provided for us, until we can pay for a place of our own."
He nodded, turning to watch as another guard passed him. His eyes were fixed on the pair of them, holding on Wanda's unfamiliar face. Jon's hand wrapped around the pommel of his sword, tense and ready. They might be in the city, but there was still no guarantee there wouldn't be trouble. "There is. I have already helped a few others find where they are to stay. There has always been housing provided for us, until we can pay for a place of our own."
"And you willingly traveled beyond the Wall to relive that." She clicks her tongue at him, clearly teasing. "The way you speak of it, I'm beginning to suspect you miss it."
It is a bit like sharing horror stories. Speak of stallion hearts and using shit for a flame's fuel. It almost feels normal, like the evenings in Dragonstone, where conversations with wine by the hearth were to be had amidst all their people. The reminder hurts far worse than thinking of her stillborn. Rhaego has been gone for years, but Missandei and the others? It hadn't been that long since she'd seen them last.
"There's not much else to say about him." Save his appearance and the way he died. She looks at Jon now, lifting her brows. "I'd thought saddle sores were the worst I'd face, but I think the sickness and retching while I was pregnant was far worse."
It is a bit like sharing horror stories. Speak of stallion hearts and using shit for a flame's fuel. It almost feels normal, like the evenings in Dragonstone, where conversations with wine by the hearth were to be had amidst all their people. The reminder hurts far worse than thinking of her stillborn. Rhaego has been gone for years, but Missandei and the others? It hadn't been that long since she'd seen them last.
"There's not much else to say about him." Save his appearance and the way he died. She looks at Jon now, lifting her brows. "I'd thought saddle sores were the worst I'd face, but I think the sickness and retching while I was pregnant was far worse."
The head of his cock presses against her slit, slickened by the water and her arousal. It's a maddening pace, slowly pressing past her folds, the head of him entering her, pressing her open. She stiffens briefly in his arms, breath hitching, and then her arms are looping around his shoulders, hugging him close as she aids his efforts.
Leaning less on her knees, slowly lowering herself. Slow, and it feels as if she can identify every part of his cock, from the head to the veins throbbing in time with his pulse. Her fingers are twisted in his hair, unknowing that she smears edible paint in his dark locks. Uncaring that she does as she sinks lower onto him.
She might've dragged it out, felt every single inch of him as he entered her, but impatience wins out. So after a few moments of teasing them both, she settles back on his lap in one sharp movement--pressing him from tip to end inside her. Filling her in seconds. Ripping a moan from her throat as her inner muscles spasm around him.
Leaning less on her knees, slowly lowering herself. Slow, and it feels as if she can identify every part of his cock, from the head to the veins throbbing in time with his pulse. Her fingers are twisted in his hair, unknowing that she smears edible paint in his dark locks. Uncaring that she does as she sinks lower onto him.
She might've dragged it out, felt every single inch of him as he entered her, but impatience wins out. So after a few moments of teasing them both, she settles back on his lap in one sharp movement--pressing him from tip to end inside her. Filling her in seconds. Ripping a moan from her throat as her inner muscles spasm around him.
I'm... not entirely certain anymore. Things are different here. Perhaps I might find myself at the wrong end of that wagging tail.
[Not that he was overly worried about it, but if the wolf belonged to someone, he certainly wouldn't want to harm it.]
I see. Then I suppose I shall have to find myself a position that suits sooner than later.
[Not that he was overly worried about it, but if the wolf belonged to someone, he certainly wouldn't want to harm it.]
I see. Then I suppose I shall have to find myself a position that suits sooner than later.
"I had two queens to convince." But only one that he could trust to rescue him when everything became dire. "It wasn't the best conditions, but there was a sort of freedom there that doesn't exist anywhere else." But no, he really didn't miss it all that much. The cold, the rancid food, the scrambling for his life. A part of him preferred this quiet existence, even with its troubles.
He had expected pain that mirrored the loss of Viserion in her eyes, but there was only a sad acceptance. He could remember how she had warned him that she was unable to have children at his bedside, in what seemed to be an attempt to offer him an out. It hadn't been enough to shake his faith in her or his desire to be with her.
He tried to picture her pregnant and on horseback, but the only image he could conjure was of her in Winterfell, wrapped in furs and carrying his child. "While on horseback?" He teased her, squeezing her hand.
He had expected pain that mirrored the loss of Viserion in her eyes, but there was only a sad acceptance. He could remember how she had warned him that she was unable to have children at his bedside, in what seemed to be an attempt to offer him an out. It hadn't been enough to shake his faith in her or his desire to be with her.
He tried to picture her pregnant and on horseback, but the only image he could conjure was of her in Winterfell, wrapped in furs and carrying his child. "While on horseback?" He teased her, squeezing her hand.
A mix between a groan and growl tears from him, filling the room and drifting into the hall. He didn't wait until she was firmly settled on his lap before rocking his hips up, thrusting fiercely into her. Paint, water and sweat mixed together, causing the colors to run and smear over his skin.
His arms wrapped around her waist, cradling her against him. His head was pressed to hers, brow to brow as his eyes held hers. Being in her, filled and surrounded by her, it felt peaceful and maddening, both pulling at his mind. While his thrusts were primal and hurried, his kisses were tender and soft, trying to soothe and caress her skin where he marked it before.
His hand danced over her spine, following the length of her back. His breath hitched in his throat, tight in his chest. He wanted to ask her to never leave him again, to not let any argument come between them, but he didn't know how to say it or even how to speak. She had stolen all thought and feeling, save for this.
His arms wrapped around her waist, cradling her against him. His head was pressed to hers, brow to brow as his eyes held hers. Being in her, filled and surrounded by her, it felt peaceful and maddening, both pulling at his mind. While his thrusts were primal and hurried, his kisses were tender and soft, trying to soothe and caress her skin where he marked it before.
His hand danced over her spine, following the length of her back. His breath hitched in his throat, tight in his chest. He wanted to ask her to never leave him again, to not let any argument come between them, but he didn't know how to say it or even how to speak. She had stolen all thought and feeling, save for this.
You will have a chance to test it as time goes by. It might be useful in the guard, if you decide to join.
[Which he hoped he would. For as little as he knew about Vlad, he seemed honest enough.]
I wish you luck with that. If you need help, simply ask.
[Which he hoped he would. For as little as he knew about Vlad, he seemed honest enough.]
I wish you luck with that. If you need help, simply ask.
I can't imagine there are limitless options for those newly arrived.
[And it wasn't as if the position wasn't something he was unfamiliar with. It was as good an idea as anything.
At Jon's last words, Vlad nodded, holding his hand out.]
And you, Jon Snow. You seem a man of honor, and I've found that can be a dwindling thing in some places.
[And it wasn't as if the position wasn't something he was unfamiliar with. It was as good an idea as anything.
At Jon's last words, Vlad nodded, holding his hand out.]
And you, Jon Snow. You seem a man of honor, and I've found that can be a dwindling thing in some places.
Water sloshes around them as they begin again. He thrusts, she rolls her hips to meet his motions, and the liquid heat between them builds once more. There is nothing here. Nothing but he and she. Nothing but their breaths, their touches, and the sound of water.
She's trapped like this, staring into his eyes. Despite her own being so heavy-lidded, she cannot look away from him--not even whilst they kiss. It's a sparse spattering of kisses, the smearing of lips and breath, sweetness on her tongue from the paints they'd played with. The paints on his chest smear against hers, covering her in pastel colors, bleeding into the red he'd painted onto her. A red seeping down her neck and chest like blood, no thanks to the heat of the room and her sweat.
Speech is one of those higher functions lost to her. She instead of verbalizing anything, she touches him while riding him. Fingers and palms smooth along his shoulders, the back of his neck, his cheeks. Her touches are fervent, trembling.
She's trapped like this, staring into his eyes. Despite her own being so heavy-lidded, she cannot look away from him--not even whilst they kiss. It's a sparse spattering of kisses, the smearing of lips and breath, sweetness on her tongue from the paints they'd played with. The paints on his chest smear against hers, covering her in pastel colors, bleeding into the red he'd painted onto her. A red seeping down her neck and chest like blood, no thanks to the heat of the room and her sweat.
Speech is one of those higher functions lost to her. She instead of verbalizing anything, she touches him while riding him. Fingers and palms smooth along his shoulders, the back of his neck, his cheeks. Her touches are fervent, trembling.
"And you took one of her knights." She misses her old bear, who had seen so very much with her. She misses him like one must miss a limb. Separated for so long, reunited briefly, and now he sleeps... "Thank you for returning him in one piece. Can't say the same for you, though."
He'd survived his own trials north of the Wall, and the memory of it makes her quick to look on to other topics of conversation.
"You invite trouble with those sorts of questions, my lord." Her lips quirk. "In the mornings, mostly. Sometimes when the khalasar came to a halt and the smell of meats roasting drifted on the breeze. I couldn't lose my stomach before all my people, that's weak, you know."
He'd survived his own trials north of the Wall, and the memory of it makes her quick to look on to other topics of conversation.
"You invite trouble with those sorts of questions, my lord." Her lips quirk. "In the mornings, mostly. Sometimes when the khalasar came to a halt and the smell of meats roasting drifted on the breeze. I couldn't lose my stomach before all my people, that's weak, you know."
He still wasn't certain what to feel about Jorah. He was a man that Daenerys trusted and held very dear to her heart. But it was hard to forget the things he had heard from the former Lord Commander and his father, Lord Stark However, they had fought together and he knew better than most, you find your true friends on the battlefield.
"You don't need to thank me. He is a good warrior. I think he would have returned without my help. He seems to do that." That was the impression he was given, at least.
"The Dothraki remind me of the Free Folk, their way of life and the way they view weakness. We had to climb the Wall once with nothing but pick axes and rope."
"You don't need to thank me. He is a good warrior. I think he would have returned without my help. He seems to do that." That was the impression he was given, at least.
"The Dothraki remind me of the Free Folk, their way of life and the way they view weakness. We had to climb the Wall once with nothing but pick axes and rope."
The lines around her eyes soften just a bit at the mention of Jorah's stubbornness. It certainly was a point of contention when she'd banished him, but it's clear he's devoted to her. That loyalty, that her old bear still fights for her and in her name, well... there were very few like him.
"I know," she softly says, "He'd been with me since the start. It's entirely likely he'd have crawled back to the wall, if need be."
And because she's stood atop the Wall, Jon now gets a look from her. "You what?"
"I know," she softly says, "He'd been with me since the start. It's entirely likely he'd have crawled back to the wall, if need be."
And because she's stood atop the Wall, Jon now gets a look from her. "You what?"
He nodded, having seen how deep the relationship was between them and well aware of how much she relied on Jorah. There was so much about the man that confused Jon. Not only his past as a slaver, but his affection and dedication to Daenerys. Though it was his certainty and mention of children that had left Jon stupefied. There was more to the statement than a simple passing of the torch, but beyond the Wall, Jon wasn't sure what that meaning was.
"He isn't what I expected." Which was probably the only thing he could take from all of this. The stories he heard had been told by a hurt father and a warden that held honor and loyalty firmly. But life wasn't skewed so rigidly and Jorah wasn't evil, he was simply flawed.
"It was when I was living with the Freefolk. They were trying to go south and the only way they could was by climbing the Wall. We did it together."
"He isn't what I expected." Which was probably the only thing he could take from all of this. The stories he heard had been told by a hurt father and a warden that held honor and loyalty firmly. But life wasn't skewed so rigidly and Jorah wasn't evil, he was simply flawed.
"It was when I was living with the Freefolk. They were trying to go south and the only way they could was by climbing the Wall. We did it together."
It's a different sort of lust and passion that drives him from what he has known in the past. There is no guilt connected to this, no understanding that he is breaking a vow or betraying his honor. He can give himself over completely to the feeling and the desire to be part of Dany, to fill her and chase every wave of pleasure. He was starved for it.
There was less ferocity than before, a surge of relief and contentment taking its place. Despite their fight before and the frustrations around him at the treatment she's received, he can't help but marvel at having her back. They weren't on the ship anymore, but they were still together, two halves reuniting again across the universe and against time. She wasn't a distant memory, she was here.
To prove that, his hips surged forward again and again, filling her to the hilt. She rides him expertly, understanding his body instinctively. His touches are just as frantic and reverent, running over her and worshiping each patch of skin properly. He caresses her, only to have his fingers replaced by his lips. This wasn't about memorization. He wouldn't need it. He would do everything in his power to make sure she never left his side again.
There was less ferocity than before, a surge of relief and contentment taking its place. Despite their fight before and the frustrations around him at the treatment she's received, he can't help but marvel at having her back. They weren't on the ship anymore, but they were still together, two halves reuniting again across the universe and against time. She wasn't a distant memory, she was here.
To prove that, his hips surged forward again and again, filling her to the hilt. She rides him expertly, understanding his body instinctively. His touches are just as frantic and reverent, running over her and worshiping each patch of skin properly. He caresses her, only to have his fingers replaced by his lips. This wasn't about memorization. He wouldn't need it. He would do everything in his power to make sure she never left his side again.
This isn't about memorization, it's about mastery. She would master every part of him until, effortlessly, she could make him see stars with a chorus of knowing touches. One step toward that was knowing he was sensitive when it concerned his scars. The other details would fit into place as time passed.
An arm hooks around his neck to keep them close. Her free hand grips his knee behind her. The positioning allows her to shift, rise up on the balls of her feet, and grind herself down atop his cock with the snack of her hips. This new positioning, balancing on her heels, puts more of a strain on her muscles the more she rocks with him, but it presses him deeper into her. Has her head falling back when jolts of excruciating pleasure wreak havoc on her body.
An arm hooks around his neck to keep them close. Her free hand grips his knee behind her. The positioning allows her to shift, rise up on the balls of her feet, and grind herself down atop his cock with the snack of her hips. This new positioning, balancing on her heels, puts more of a strain on her muscles the more she rocks with him, but it presses him deeper into her. Has her head falling back when jolts of excruciating pleasure wreak havoc on her body.
There was much about his body that was still a mystery to him, learning alongside her. For all he shared with Ygritte, there hadn't been enough time for them to truly revel and learn what it was to be lovers without a shadow hanging over them and walls pushing them apart. While he wasn't shy or afraid of giving himself this way anymore, there was still a threshold to cross, something that made this profound and deep. Everything missing in him, he was about to learn from her.
She's more skilled than him, fully aware of what she wants and how he should move to bring her the most pleasure. He is quick to learn and follow her guidance. She leads the way in this, pressing down on him and grinding her hips until it seems like she is building with pressure. He huffs for breath, thrusting up into her roughly, trying to match her and add more to the pyre.
It's growing in him, that feeling of culmination. He can see it on the horizon and taste it on his tongue. He bit at her lip, urging her along and begging for more.
She's more skilled than him, fully aware of what she wants and how he should move to bring her the most pleasure. He is quick to learn and follow her guidance. She leads the way in this, pressing down on him and grinding her hips until it seems like she is building with pressure. He huffs for breath, thrusting up into her roughly, trying to match her and add more to the pyre.
It's growing in him, that feeling of culmination. He can see it on the horizon and taste it on his tongue. He bit at her lip, urging her along and begging for more.
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"Do they match those with magical abilities against those who don't possess those powers?" It would at least give him a chance to learn how to dodge and what to expect, better than the training he had with the guard.
"I do. We worked on a few missions together." It was only then that he was struck with how much he was giving up. He'd be leaving people like Diana and Emma behind, those he trained with and patrolled with. It would be difficult to walk away from that.
"I could help you as well?"
"Do they match those with magical abilities against those who don't possess those powers?" It would at least give him a chance to learn how to dodge and what to expect, better than the training he had with the guard.
"I do. We worked on a few missions together." It was only then that he was struck with how much he was giving up. He'd be leaving people like Diana and Emma behind, those he trained with and patrolled with. It would be difficult to walk away from that.
"I could help you as well?"
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What was the reason you remember?
[He couldn't exactly say why Theon betrayed Robb and took Winterfell. He could guess, but whether or not that was true, only Theon could know the truth. Predicting a man's heart was a dangerous and difficult thing.
But he imagined it related back to feeling like an outsider, something they shared. Only, for Jon, he had joined the Night's Watch. It was a decision he regretted as well, somewhat at least. He wouldn't have known about the Army of the Dead or met Sam and Edd. But he still had regrets, given how swept up in the idea he had been once.]
Do you know why you really did those things?
[Not only what he told himself.]
What was the reason you remember?
[He couldn't exactly say why Theon betrayed Robb and took Winterfell. He could guess, but whether or not that was true, only Theon could know the truth. Predicting a man's heart was a dangerous and difficult thing.
But he imagined it related back to feeling like an outsider, something they shared. Only, for Jon, he had joined the Night's Watch. It was a decision he regretted as well, somewhat at least. He wouldn't have known about the Army of the Dead or met Sam and Edd. But he still had regrets, given how swept up in the idea he had been once.]
Do you know why you really did those things?
[Not only what he told himself.]
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He didn't know how to respond in this moment. It was a tenderness he'd never really received in his life. There had been affection from Arya, but it was the sort from a younger sister, not a mother figure. All Jon could do was lower his eyes as he struggled to think of showing how he was grateful and touched.
"How?" He sometimes didn't know who he was. He had a crisis of faith after he had been brought back from the dead and had to find his way again, something that hadn't been easy. It was only after meeting Daenerys had things changed, but that had only been his outlook. Knowing who he was, he never really thought of it, only what he believed and what he would stand by.
Maybe that was enough?
He didn't know how to respond in this moment. It was a tenderness he'd never really received in his life. There had been affection from Arya, but it was the sort from a younger sister, not a mother figure. All Jon could do was lower his eyes as he struggled to think of showing how he was grateful and touched.
"How?" He sometimes didn't know who he was. He had a crisis of faith after he had been brought back from the dead and had to find his way again, something that hadn't been easy. It was only after meeting Daenerys had things changed, but that had only been his outlook. Knowing who he was, he never really thought of it, only what he believed and what he would stand by.
Maybe that was enough?
She understands. She understands that having this sort of affection can be new and overwhelming, and she understands he's grateful, even if he doesn't know how to show it.
"I see it in the way you look after your sister, and the way you talk to others. I see it in the way you regard me, and Lady Stark." He could use much harsher words and be justified, at least in Claire's eyes, but he doesn't. He could be angry at his father, say some choice words about him, but he doesn't. "We've lived together for some months. Shared meals. Sat together in silence. Those are the moments when you truly see a person. Maybe not the whole, but I think I've seen all I need to see in order to know the man you are, and to feel glad that our paths crossed when we crashed onto this planet."
That seems like ages ago.
"I told you, you're my boy. It'd be a problem if I didn't know who you are."
"I see it in the way you look after your sister, and the way you talk to others. I see it in the way you regard me, and Lady Stark." He could use much harsher words and be justified, at least in Claire's eyes, but he doesn't. He could be angry at his father, say some choice words about him, but he doesn't. "We've lived together for some months. Shared meals. Sat together in silence. Those are the moments when you truly see a person. Maybe not the whole, but I think I've seen all I need to see in order to know the man you are, and to feel glad that our paths crossed when we crashed onto this planet."
That seems like ages ago.
"I told you, you're my boy. It'd be a problem if I didn't know who you are."
"Um...in some rings, I think? I try not to use mine against people who don't have them so that it's a more fair fight. They probably have some extra paperwork that you have to sign to acknowledge that you're prepared for the extra risk."
Her strength itself is superhuman, as is the durability and other physical things, but that's common to her people rather than a learned ability like some of the other things she's mentioned. She can't really do anything about that beyond remember to pull her punches.
"I'd like that. I can help you with hand to hand in return."
Her strength itself is superhuman, as is the durability and other physical things, but that's common to her people rather than a learned ability like some of the other things she's mentioned. She can't really do anything about that beyond remember to pull her punches.
"I'd like that. I can help you with hand to hand in return."
He doesn't know how to respond and thankfully, the memory is already fading away. Spiderweb cracks grow over the figures in the room until it is nothing more than a distorted image. Maybe that was all it was in the end? A distortion of events born out of his longing for acceptance and love from Lady Stark.
Claire was offering that to him now, but he wasn't sure how much he could accept. He was a different person from that child. Now, he was older and harder than before. That need for love was still there, but buried under determination and purpose. Still, it was nice to know all the same.
"Thank you, Claire."
Claire was offering that to him now, but he wasn't sure how much he could accept. He was a different person from that child. Now, he was older and harder than before. That need for love was still there, but buried under determination and purpose. Still, it was nice to know all the same.
"Thank you, Claire."
She's not terribly sad to leave that memory of a room behind. Jon must feel the same, she imagines. At his thanks, she smiles and shakes her head. He's never needed to thank her for what came naturally.
"I'll always remind you that you'd a good man," she tells him, and if he's not quick he'll be caught up in a hug and a kiss to the cheek. Things she doubts Lady Stark did for him when he was younger and needed them. Never too late for some things, hopefully.
"Always."
"I'll always remind you that you'd a good man," she tells him, and if he's not quick he'll be caught up in a hug and a kiss to the cheek. Things she doubts Lady Stark did for him when he was younger and needed them. Never too late for some things, hopefully.
"Always."
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