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archeressofhornhill‌:

The rescue seemed quick, certainly quicker than she had expected. One moment it was raining fire and the next the longship had left it all behind, with little but the smoke visible in the distance. But perhaps that was just because it was such an awful experience Talla wished to put it behind her, to throw it from her mind and focus on the here and the now – it would be difficult not to with Jon in front of her and Ghost at their side.

Her eyes closed briefly as Jon’s hand brushed her hair from her face; it was simple affection, but Talla savored it for it had come completely unprompted. He was not one who gave affection easily – or one who took it easily – and Talla felt a strange sort of acceptance at the gesture. The smile that twitched at the corners of her mouth was genuine and though the moment was sweet, she could not ignore the jest that rose on her lips and spilled out, into the space between them. “We?” she inquired, her voice pleasant and tinged with teasing. “Are you planning to join me for that warm bath and then lace up the back of my dress?” Her grin grew. “I assure you – I wouldn’t mind.” She was teasing – mostly – but Talla rather thought the look upon his face at the thought would be amusing in a way that little else was.

For the rest of her life, this moment would reverberate inside of Talla’s memory, how she had leaned in first, how Jon had wrapped his arm around her to lean into the kiss, how the feel of his lips upon her own made her stomach fill with a warmth she had not yet known. When they pulled away, Talla’s free hand moved to his side and she lowered her legs back down to the ground; Jon might not have been incredibly tall, but Talla was a rather petite woman and she liked the way that she needed to look up to meet his eyes. Her eyes twinkled at his attempt at flirting and while it was not, precisely, the best attempt, she couldn’t care for it was so Jon and endearing that it made her heart swell.

“Only the once?” she asked, arching one eyebrow as her hand moved along his jawline, feeling the hairs of his beard, her thumb moving over his lower lip, uncaring at any of the eyes that gazed upon them. “And here I was hoping that this could be how my impertinence was always rewarded.” The smile was impish and her gaze grew soft. “Whether you are His Grace King Jon, or Jon Snow or Stark or Targaryen, or just simply Jon…” Talla’s voice grew low. “I will adore you until my very last breath.”

his eyes were roaming her face as he brushed her hair back and when she started teasing him. it took him a moment to realize her words and when he did, his face turned red. he opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. instead his gaze moved away from her and a smile broke out onto his face — an awkward smile that held in silent chuckles. ❝ you wouldn’t mind? ❞ his eyes went back to her in question, echoing her words. ❝ that sounds like a perfect night. ❞ again, awful, but he was too flustered to think of anything else. and possibly much too awkward. he just wasn’t a good flirt.

ever since he had met talla in highgarden there had been something about her. something that caught him in a way most women didn’t. she was different from them all. she had known about him before he ever knew she existed. she had known him when he was still jon snow all thanks to sam and his letters. sam was always trying to talk jon up and he was grateful that he hadn’t let talla down. who knew what sam was telling her in his letters and jon assumed he was living up to his best friend’s words. the lad was always talking jon up to his highest, even if jon didn’t believe he was that great.

the kiss was long past due it seemed and when they pulled away, jon kept his face close to her’s and let his eyes roam over her face. ❝ i might make an exception, ❞ he said, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. ❝ i am a fair king. ❞ the grin grew a bit wider as her fingers played with his beard and his bottom lip. he brought a hand up to caress her face while his other arm still remained around her.

his eyes searched her’s as she spoke and his smile faltered some at her words as he soaked them in. his heart was beating loud in his chest and it thumped in his ears loudly. he was sure she could hear it thumping under the metal armour that was wrapped around his chest like dragon scales. the look on his face became softer and he wasn’t sure what to say to her. part of him felt that this was a losing battle for her only because of his duty and the small fact that he didn’t know if he would make it through the war to come. he also felt she deserved someone less brooding than him.

he was staring at her too long and his mind was solely focused on her. his hand stroked at the side of her face just to make some movement. ❝ as do i, lady talla. ❞ he finally said, the small smile returning to his face. ❝ adore you, that is. ❞ he added in awkwardly, still unsure of what to say. ❝ i know i don’t always show it, but i hope you know what a light you are in my life — during a time that is confusing and frightening; i take one look at you and things don’t seem so dark. ❞

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[ open starter ]

jon stood at the end of the docks, letting the wind grab lightly at his hair and clothing. his eyes were cast toward the sky where the three dragons were spreading their wings, clearly loving the warmth of the south. ghost, however, was not loving the warmth of the south and was currently kept in the coolest part of the red keep that jon could find - one with nice cool stone to lay on and a breeze blowing through. his creatures seemed to pull at the two halves of him that he realized he had after he was named targaryen. how very different those halves were from each other, which often led to a conflict in his mind. which normally led to quiet moments like this where he could breathe.

many unsullied solders stood surrounding the docks - practically lined down the entire thing and even blocking the path to jon. this was dangerous territory to be in and surely they all could tell how uncomfortable king’s landing made him. this was where he was supposed to be from — where jaime lannister killed the mad king. where joffrey almost killed ned stark. where sansa was held hostage. where cersei lannister currently lived. where the targaryens had laid legacy only to be murdered. where the few survivors fled... including dany — and jon was supposed to take it all back. the only time he had laid eyes on the iron throne was when cersei lannister was sitting in it. trying to make herself seem important. jon felt like the entire dinner was the two glaring at each other in hopes to intimidate the other... and the hatred sat in his chest, causing him to grow impatient.

the sound of metal moving had jon snapping from his thoughts but not moving to look and see who was coming. if the unsullied let them through without a word to jon, surely they could be trusted. as the person approached he caught their figure from the corner of his eye and averted his gaze. ❝ i just needed to get out of the city for a moment. ❞ was all he said. it also wasn’t a secret that jon was starting to feel suffocated in the city and the red keep. ever since the dinner, he had started to grow impatient with almost every little thing, which was why he was standing here. there had been little moments of light like robb’s wedding. he was happy for his brother and did his best to support him. then, of course, there was talla and any time he spent with her was a moment of light added to his life... but he couldn’t shake the city. the history. the war that was on hold while they were fed by the enemy.

the feast had been a lot for jon. then there was the tension between the starks, daenerys not at his side and, of course, cersei’s smug attitude. he wasn’t someone who had a temper on him and the fact he was becoming short tempered was a sign he needed alone time to recharge himself. so here he stood at the end of the docks. surely he could have gotten much farther away, but leaving the walls of king’s landing wasn’t the best idea because he wanted to grab his loved ones and never return. despite his dragon blood, he was of the north... and a northerner didn’t do well in the south... and a targaryen alone in the world was a terrible thing.

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asongofbloodandbone

… theirs is the song of ice and fire.

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gameofthronesdaily

#relatable

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lucybaird

it is a terrible fate.

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lucybaird

// najwa zebian

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archeressofhornhill‌:

There was a relief in being on safe ground again, in knowing that she was among those who would not harm her. There had been so much confusion on the boat, so much fear, but the one thing Talla had known was that Jon would come for her. It had kept her sane, had kept her from doing anything rash, and though she had likely annoyed most of her fellow captives, Talla had relied upon that knowledge in the black of the night as the ship swayed in the bay.

And yet as she reached Jon and her smile grew wider, Talla thought she felt something other than relief filling her stomach. Perhaps it was joy. Regardless, she could not keep the smile off of her face and though they were closer than was likely proper, she could not bring herself to care. “I’m safe,” she said, her voice soft and calm, much calmer than she’d felt in previous days, the warmth in her lower belly spreading. “They did not hurt me at all,” she told him. “I likely have some bruises and could use a good meal or two, but other than that, I’m fine. I promise.”

Looking up into Jon’s eyes, those she had thought solely of for the previous week, Talla felt as if she was being pulled in by something stronger than herself. She bit her lip as one hand moved up to run along Jon’s jawline. “Please forgive my impertinence, Your Grace,” she said, her voice soft and her tone teasing for she had not called Jon by his title since they’d first met. “But I worry if I were to wait for you, I would be waiting until my hair is grey.” And with that, she offered him one more secretive smile – quick as a flash – before moving up onto her tiptoes and pressing her lips against his.

the week had been long as they planned a rescue. a rescue that would hopefully get all of the prisoners out safe and sound with no one being hurt. with the severity of the people who were taken, jon was the one that had to keep the rational head through their talks of rescue. though the talks of fire and blood were tempting... but, as much as he wanted to go in raining fire, they had to be careful about it... or make sure soldiers were in before he rained fire - which seemed to be the route he took. they couldn’t afford anymore casualties and jon was happy to see that everyone seemed fine - if a bit underfed, tired, and dirty. along with the rescue it sent a warning to the greyjoys that had gone through with the ambush. another attack wouldn’t be taken so... lightly. if you could call the rescue light.

none of that seemed to matter anymore as talla neared him, smiling bright at him. his usual broodiness seemed wiped from his face and he was happy to see her. the smile on his face wasn’t as wide as her’s, but for jon it was a wide one that reached his eyes. ❝ good. ❞ he nodded when she mentioned that they didn’t hurt her, but his eyes scanned over her face for a moment and took a hand to brush back some of the hair in her face. he only showed this type of affection to his sisters, but he had missed talla and the relief of seeing her safe relaxed his tense shoulders. ❝ we’ll get you fresh clothes, a warm bath and a hot meal soon. ❞

he went to break his gaze away from her to find someone to fetch her the things he had just mentioned, but he felt her hand on his jawline and suddenly his eyes were back on her. as she spoke his eyes fell to her lips for a moment, knowing what was coming by her tone and with the look in her eye. she wasn’t wrong, though, if she had tried to wait for him to make a move perhaps her hair would be grey by then. he didn’t get a word in and instead let his eyes move back up to her’s right before she leaned in to close the distance between them. the hand that was on her arm went around her to keep her close as he leaned into the kiss. it was passionate, warm, and certainly long overdue. ❝ how impertinent of you to call me by my title. ❞ he spoke after his lips had lingered on hers for a moment before pulling away some, but keeping his face close to her’s. he exaggerated the word she had used, a grin playing at the corner of his lips at his awful flirting. ❝ i’ll allow it just this once. ❞

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archeressofhornhill‌:

@dragcnwolf

Talla Tarly had followed her companions out of the hold of Silence and it was not until she was on the Greyjoy longship that she allowed herself to look upward, the dragons soaring overhead consuming the sky with wildfire that licked at the wooden ships remaining in the bay as the Greyjoy longship sailed out. Her eyes remained on one dragon in particular, commanded by one she had thought about nearly constantly since her capture. Even after the dragons were little more than specks in the sky, she thought of nothing else and her eyes remained on the horizon, as if they would suddenly reappear.

It was only when they neared the encampments that Talla, leaning against the railing of the deck, realized just how unkempt she was.

The dress she wore was fraying near the hem and the cuffs; there was grime on the green fabric, but it was little compared to the dirt on the pads of her fingers and underneath her fingernails. Talla wiped her hands on her skirt anyway and she ran her fingers through her hair, hoping to tuck any stray tendrils behind her ears.

Once docked, she walked off the ship unassisted, unsure of exactly where to go. She was about to turn and ask someone where her father was when she felt something pressing against her abdomen. Looking down, she saw a white direwolf and a smile escaped her lips for perhaps the first time since she’d been taken.

“Ghost,” she breathed, bending to press a kiss to the direwolf’s head. “Thank you for trying to save me,” she whispered, the words just for him to hear. She straightened her back, one hand running through his fur as her eyes looked around. “But where’s Jon, hmmm?” The direwolf’s head turned to the side and Talla’s own gaze followed as she saw the man in question.

Eyes widened and her lips curved up even higher at the sight. “I knew,” she said, her words sure as she moved closer to Jon, gaze steady as her jaw tilted up. “I knew you would come for me.”

the rescue was gone into head first with fire and blood. jon sat on rhaegal’s back as the dragon soared through the sky with his brothers, taking down ship after ship. targaryen, stark, and allied soldiers stormed the lands taking down greyjoy guards that attempted to stop any of them from freeing the prisoners. eventually the rescue was completed and as much as jon wanted to run to find those that had been taken, it was best he take the dragons back to the camp to settle.

the dragons stayed around the camp, usually resting on charred ground a few hundred meters away. far enough to not cause any anxiety to the humans but close enough to swoop in when needed. jon simply didn’t care bout frightening anyone with them — the dragons provided security and if they were closer, maybe it would stop another ambush.

ghost, however, had spotted talla long before jon and trotted his way over to her. his attempt at rescuing her had resulted in an injured hind leg that was much better now, but still wrapped for security reasons. the albino direwolf sat next to talla and set his sights on jon and ended up following talla toward jon as she started moving.

as talla and ghost were moving toward him, jon caught them from the corner of his eye and did a small double take before abandoning what he was doing to meet her in the middle, helping to close the distance between them. a hand reaching out to her arm as if he needed to steady her — but it was probbly just a small ploy to get her close. ❝ of course i came for you. ❞ he said and eyed her over quickly for wounds. ❝ are you alright? did they hurt you? ❞ he questioned, eyes moving up to find her own.

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[ close starter for @aryaundcrfoot ]

chaos had fallen among the camps as unknown raiders ambushed the camp and plucked important people from the masses. first jon learned that mira had been taken and so had talla. jon tended to robb and told him that he was going to go look for arya and sansa to make sure they were okay. hopefully one of his riders would be able to catch up to the soldiers that took talla and could potentially bring her back - possibly with mira. he did his best to focus on the task at hand as he exited the tent, turning to see rhaegal practically standing over the tent in a protective manner. ❝ ziry iksos sȳz, rhaīgal. ❞ jon said as he did his best to calm the dragon who seemed on edge.

at jon’s right there was a wall of trees and shrubbery that outlined where they had set up their camp, some of the trees and shrubbery helped divide certain sections of the camp. in that moment the trees were rustling and rhaegal caught it before jon had. a figure came out from the trees and with the dragon on edge and as protective as he has become over jon, the beast took a few steps forward and roared in a warning manner to the person who had emerged from the shrubs. it took jon a moment as everything had happened so quickly and before he could realize, he was yelling up to the dragon and running toward the figure.

perhaps if rhaegal had been a little calmer, he would have known arya - hopefully. jon recognized her almost immediately despite how dirty and bloody she was. ❝ arya! ❞ he called out despite the loud roaring of the dragon. ❝ aare you alright? ❞ he quickly approached her and a hand went to her cheek for a moment while he checked her wounds. rhaegal had calmed down some and even lowered his head, growling some at arya. ❝ keligon ziry! ❞ he scolded the dragon and a hot breath was sighed out from rhaegal’s nostrils as his head rose again, but the dragon kept a close eye on arya and those around them. ❝ are you alright? ❞ he questioned again when things were more silent, hand still on her cheek and eyes still searching her face. ❝ have you seen sansa? ❞

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wolfofwinterfcll‌:

He had been knocked out in the original commotion. Robb vaguely remembered watching them take Mira before he’d been clobbered over the head. Before he’d drifted off into unconsciousness, he wondered if they would take him as well. His chest rose and fell, though few approached him, too worried about their own lives. The attacks had clearly been coordinated, though the timing was off just enough that they clearly were the work of one entity. He slowly came to as Grey Wind licked his face. His limbs felt as if they were made of lead; he had been knocked out before, of course, but it had never come so suddenly, without any hope of recourse to his attacker. He turned his head but could not see Margaery or Myrcella. Groaning, he attempted to sit up, though it took three tries. Moving to his feet took longer, but with Grey Wind’s help, Robb was able to rise to his feet. His hand moved over his head and he felt blood near the nape of his neck and a large lump. His vision blurred and he was struck with the slow realization that he’d likely need to see a maester.

The King in the North stumbled to his tent, his horse having run off when the attackers had first come. He would have borrowed another, but he could hardly stand straight and he thought the fall from a horse would be more unbearable than falling over his own feet. Grey Wind remained at his side, but the short trip took longer than it should have, as Robb’s hands remained entrenched in Grey Wind’s fur to keep his balance.

He could hear shouts as he walked and it became clear that the attacks and commotion were not over by any means. He reached for his sword only to find that the bandits had taken that as well and he was instantly thankful that Ice was in a box under his makeshift bed. His vision began to clear as he neared his tent, and he began to take stock of who he would need to find to regroup. He knew he needed to find out if his sisters were safe, that he needed to find Jon…and Theon, though he expected he’d find the latter in one of the camp brothels.

The medical tent was not on the way to his own and Robb resolved to call for a maester as soon as the shouts died down and the animals calmed. He heard a commotion of some type and as he turned his head, he saw his horse, riderless, galloping through the camp. A small smile rose on his face, though he supposed the sight of his riderless horse might worry others. He tightened his fist in Grey Wind’s fur and paused as he heard his name being shouted by a very familiar voice. Relief filled him at the knowledge that Jon had not been taken and as he saw his brother, his grip moved from Grey Wind’s fur to Jon’s arm.

“Brother,” he murmured, head swimming with exhaustion even as he noticed that Jon was much more aware of the goings-on than he was. “You’re safe.” He stumbled only once as he entered his tent, though he collapsed into his chair from the fatigue and injury to his head. Grey Wind circled around him, almost as if he was attempting to see if it was safe to allow Robb to sit at all. “I’m having a hard time remembering much of anything. They took my sword.” He gestured to the empty sheath at his hip and as he looked up, he began firing off questions to his brother. “Is Daenerys safe? Have you seen Sansa? We need to ask the Baratheons about Arya. ” Privately, he hoped that Renly Baratheon had been taken as well; it would certainly make his life as hell of a lot easier moving forward.

He paused, exhaling heavily. “I need to find Theon, too. We argued…earlier.” The reminder of their argument made Robb wince and he cradled his head in his hands, much weaker than he’d want anyone to see him.

jon’s eyes darted around the camp and he even got a hold of some soldiers to ask if they knew where robb was or if they had seen him. rhaegal continued to circle above them, giving out what seemed like warning calls. jon hadn’t waited to hear an answer from the men when he saw the familiar figure of robb and grey wind in the distance. quickly he closed the distance between him and his brother, not pulling him into a hug when he noticed how wobbly the other seemed. when robb reached for his arm, jon moved so that robb’s arm was over his shoulders and jon’s was around his back. he helped walk him back to the tent with the help of grey wind on the other side.

❝ what happened? are you all right? ❞ he questioned and helped ease robb into the chair for a moment before noticing that grey wind was circling. jon put a hand out and went to scratch at the direwolf’s cheek for a moment before his eyes settled back on robb. a hand went to the side of robb’s head to examine the wound. his eyes then fell to the empty sheathe when robb mentioned they took his sword. ❝ you have another though? ❞ if not he had one for robb... but he didn’t think the other was well enough to be swinging a sword at the moment.

❝ dany is safe, ❞ he nodded some and then stared as robb bombarded him with questions that jon didn’t have the answers to. ❝ i have not seen sansa not anyone but you, dany, henry, and some soldiers. ❞ he said and felt the ground rumble beneath them with a thud. next there was a rather loud roar on the side of the tent and when jon looked he could see the faint silhouette of his dragon from the flickering fire that was outside. there was also some screams of terror from some of the soldiers around them as the roar was going on and a little after.

jon hoped that grey wind hadn’t been too startled, but he was sure most of the animals were getting used to the dragons being much closer than before. ❝ we need to get to you a maester, robb. you can worry about everything else later... were you with him when you were attacked? ❞ though a blow to the head and a little blood never seemed to phase his brother. jon was still worried and he offered a hand to get robb to his feet. ❝ talla was taken by some men, ❞ he blurted out as he watched robb’s head go into his hands. ❝ i didn’t see who they were, but i’m worried about sansa and arya. i should look for them and you should see a maester. ❞

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jonsnowsource

Then there are no more answers, only better and better lies. And lies won’t help us in this fight.

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lilium-bosniacum-deactivated202

a mood board

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@wolfofwinterfcll

the commotion had come suddenly and jon was quick to get to his feet and unsheathe his sword. the soldiers around them had quickly sprung into action - even before jon had - and were moving to protect their king and princess. ❝ ghost, stay with them. ❞ he spoke to the direwolf before exiting to see what was happening. everyone else would be fine with the unsullied soldiers around them - jon was sure of it. once outside of the tent, he noticed that horses had gotten loose. they seemed to be allied horses and jon watched as others went to catch and calm the horses down. there’s a horse trotting past him and he quickly reaches out, running alongside the trotting horse as he catches hold of it’s roped halter. ❝ shh, easy. ❞ he says in a soothing voice once the horse realizes it’s caught and slows down. jon slipped his sword back into it’s sheathe and uses that free hand to stroke the horse’s neck for a moment, watching it relax even more. ❝ tie this horse back up, please. ❞ he says as he walks the horse to a member of his armies, eyes moving to see some of the other runaway horses getting caught as well.

there’s commotion in neighbouring sections and jon hears screaming in the distance, but it’s too far away. he turns toward it though, squinting through the dark to try and see what’s happening. in the next moment he hears the familiar snarling of ghost in his tent a few tents away. there’s the sound of metal on metal and men screaming and suddenly jon is running and unsheathing his sword again. before he can reach the tent he sees two unsullied soldiers pulling dany and harry from the tent and sees some amoured men pulling a girl out of the tent in the opposite direction. jon recognizes the figure as talla and his eyes dart back and forth between the groups, but he’s still running toward the tent. ❝ talla! ❞ he yells through the chaos and sees a man jump on a horse, pulling talla up behind him. a flash of white is seen as ghost runs after the horse, biting at it’s hocks before jumping up and digging his claws into it’s rump. the direwolf is met with a few hard kicks and jon sees him detach from the horse with a sharp yelp only to hit the ground with a roll. the direwolf then scrambles to his feet, attempting to take off again but jon is already calling him back.

the direwolf hesitates, but stops anyway and limps back to jon, his hind leg lifted off the ground. jon’s eyes remain on the horse as it disappears into the darkness. his run slowed to a jog until he meets his direwolf somewhere a little past the tent. jon gives him a scratch on the head, sheathing his sword yet again, only to move and gently put his hand up to ghost’s hurt paw. brown eyes move around frantically before finding some dothraki women near them. ❝ help him, please. ❞ he says and the women rush over to him and suddenly jon is on his feet to head toward daenerys and harry to make sure they’re ok. he mentions going to check on his family and breaks away from them. jon orders a few nearby dothraki riders to go after talla and the men who took her and he watches for a moment as the riders gallop off on the path.

in the next moment dragons are flying over with vicious roars as drogon and viserion find space to land near daenerys. rhaegal continues to soar over the camp, circling it while jon grabs a nearby horse to ride it through the sections of the camp to get to where robb and the tyrells are. he slows his horse down enough to jump off once he reaches robb’s tent and he quickly runs inside to find it empty. ❝ robb! ❞ jon yells and unsheathes his sword yet again. he takes a moment to look around the tent before exiting it and looking around. there’s a lot of commotion and worry strikes through jon in that moment. ❝ robb!! ❞

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