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"Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come." The bastard son. [Indie Jon Snow Roleplay Blog || Tracks the tag "jsnuh"] [SKYPE & KIK: jxsnuh]

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“Take Me”

41. " — Treat me like a toy.”Jon knelt at the feathered creature’s feet; the angel, his skin beginning to perspire both from the heat of the fire just a few mere feet away, and the a n x i e t y that flew through his mind after those words had poured out of his mouth.Most of Jon’s furs had been discarded and stowed elsewhere in the cave for the time being, so now he only donned fur just around his waist — his knees even bare as they supported his weight on the stone cold ground of the cave. If only Jon could get Castiel over to the makeshift bed he’d made himself…The bastard wished to glance at it, and perhaps just imagine the things he would do to Castiel if given the chance — the rush of adrenaline coursing through his every vein. But he did not; his eyes were trained in an imperfect gaze through dark locks up at the other, his statement from before clearly reflecting through them.

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    She was thankful, this time, for being alone. If any of her ladies   or advisers caught wind of what she was doing, they would think   her a fool. But, they would still find out, no doubt. Gossip was rife,   she knew this, but followed the man regardless.

       ”I am Daenerys Targeryen,         a pleasure, Jon Snow.”

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And Jon was thankful, on this night, for not being alone. Too long now had he grown accustomed to it; blending in rote with the winds and snowfalls that people so often ignored and avoided. It was not a lengthy walk to the stables, but rather one more short, which was taken gratefully as the temperature began to pierce through the Crow's many furs. "Likewise, Lady Daenerys -- a great pleasure on a melancholy night." That was a feasible word, to describe the night in total, sans the white-haired woman. But the atmosphere was lifting to something kinder to Jon, and it came as relief.  "Would you like me to saddle your horse for you?" The bastard inquired, upon arrival to the wooden stable, smiling at the promise of a bit of warmth while they readied.

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    Daenerys was struggling for a moment on his offer,   knowing all too well it was perhaps a bit reckless   for a woman of her standing… but to hell. She nodded,   unclasping her hands and walking towards him.

        “I have my own horse,         down in the stables.         We can ride together?”

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The Crow was aware full well that his suggestion had been somewhat abrupt, quite rash; knew that it would be almost unheard of for a normal woman to accept such a thing. But this one -- had come into his company only a short time ago, and hadn't ceased to surprise him with each response she gave. Jon clasped his hands behind his back as she approached, bowing his head ever so slightly to show his respect, in the least. "We can ride together," he affirmed, before tilting his head just a bit to the side in wonder, and then afterwards speaking once more as he slowly started on his way to the stables, expecting the woman to follow. "May I ask your name, my lady? I am called Jon Snow."

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    The way Dany judged people was on their levels of respect.   She could see that this man was of the Night’s Watch,   but he was well-spoken and seemed kind. That was what   she was focusing on.

        “I really was just         looking for somewhere         quiet, I suppose.”

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Well, by that point in time, Jon was entirely finished with standing outside aways from the party to escort those higher in rank than himself. So he looked on at the strange woman for a mere few seconds more, before coming to a mental pique and decision. "If you would like, my lady, I can take my horse and bring you somewhere quiet. By the river, perhaps. It is always peaceful there."

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    Dany hadn’t even noticed that her question lay unanswered,   and so startled slightly when she heard a voice speak up.   Her blue eyes widened and looked around, settling on the   dark haired man. 

        “A party? No, no.         Well, yes, I was         supposed to be,         but I do not feel like         it any more.”

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"Then what do you intend on doing around here at night?" Jon asked, apt to curiosity this evening, or so it seemed. Perhaps he was just a bit taken aback that a woman was actually speaking to him, even as he donned the telltale clothes of the Night's Watch. "There is not much to do, if you are not here on business. There's a tavern and the stables, and a river not far away. Other than that -- the boys train and the girls sew."

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“I hear music. Do you happen to know where it is coming from?” Daenerys spoke, just to whoever was listening, really. 

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The bastard looked over to the white-haired stranger whose voice had just addressed -- nobody in particular, it seemed, after a few moments of near silence and no response answered her question. Feeling now obliged himself to answer, Jon gazed over at her and nodded. "There's a party just down that way," he remarked, pointing to the Northern part of the city. "I get to stand watch and escort people to it. That where you're supposed to go?"

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( I'm sorry I just had to drop by and say that your blog is stunning *-* )

WHAT A CUTIE. So is yours. <3 If you ever want to plot something out please don't hesitate to ask me! Jon and Dany is my guilty ship

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                 what one would call a warm day in winterfell had brought arya                stumbling from the furs and rough wool of her bed in the early                hours ; a quiet clicking soothing the stirring of her direwolf. she                wanted not for nymeria’s company, on this morning ; preferring                to venture forth alone, mind set on visiting the war horses,                imagining that one day she might have one of her very own, strong                and faithful. dressing swiftly and quietly, arya’s brow furrowed in                distaste ; appropriate gowns felt too heavy and close for her                excitement, and not for the first time she envied the layered garb                of her brothers. at least they could remove singular garments as it                pleased them — she was stuck, her only options fully clad or naked                as a babe in arms.

               tiptoeing forth from her chambers, arya only broke into a run upon                reaching the open stretch of uncovered land before the stables ; skin                tingling almost as though she could already feel the enveloping warmth                and shared affections of the horses from here.

               what she had failed to foresee was that she might not have been                the only one with the same wish ; hand freezing on the stable door’s                handle as she stilled in the now-open entrance, unsure what to say as                her eyes met the frame of her half-brother. he would not scold her                impetuousness, would he?

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Acting in raw celerity, skin tickling with desire for expeditiousness, Jon's fingers flew across the familiar leather straps of the saddles and reins on the black horse he'd named himself as Beauty for the way she ran gracefully, loyal and true -- all with her obsidian color harshly contrasted against the scenes that surrounded the mare wherever she trod. A thin line of perspiration showed itself on the bastard's upper lip, with regards to his black and grey furs; and the speed at which he worked. In his mind, he hoped that perhaps by the time the sun was at it's highest point in the sky, he would be far enough to afford to strip down a few of the heavy layers he had come to don almost as a uniform, day by day. Ghost would of course be coming along with Jon, which was why she had curled herself up under the mare's trough to rest until her and her master's swift departure. Jon, engulfed in his mindset of make haste and get out; was not the one whose attention was first brought to the adventurous little half-sister that sprung open the stable door so quickly. In place, it was the pure white direwolf near his feet that noticed -- head swiveling towards the noise, black nostrils flared to identify the new scent, piercing eyes differentiating this presence from that of a threat. That was what received Jon Snow's attention; the abrupt disconcertion of his wolf. His own head turned, and dark curly locks fell to interrupt a perfect gaze at the intruder. "Who -- " he began, stomach falling as the thought of losing his chance for a ride that day, until he recognized the other as none else than Arya. " -- what are you doing here, sister?" He inquired, not angrily for the fact that Arya held his fondness among the other half-siblings Jon possessed. "I mean to go for a ride, and I mean to leave in a few moment's time. You can either run back up to bed before sewing lessons, or fit yourself on the front of my saddle."

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A Crow in the Capital

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  She had never met a man of the Night’s Watch before. They visited Highgarden as they did the other castles of Westeros, but she’d only even witnessed them from afar. Always in black leathers and furs as if winter was to fall on them at any moment, and always so stern looking, their faces looked to be carved out of the same ice that constituted their Wall.

Willas used to tell her stories about them: great and terrible stories. How they sprung up at the end of the Long Night and fought back against the Others. How Bran the Builder built the Wall, and the alleged magic that protected it from the spectres of the North. How the brothers once were visited annually by Children of the Forest and gifted obsidian tools and weapons.

“People can be so petty.” One hand raised and nonchalantly waved at the air as if she were dismissing the unspoken fears of the citizens who ignored him. “They see a man dressed all in blacks, and they knew immediately where you hail from. They believe that merely speaking with you means they’re signing up to a lifetime of servitude at Castle Black.”

Though her words were said in jest, and mingled with a girlish laughter, there was some truth to them. The Night’s Watch brothers were unfortunately considered a nuisance, though Margaery couldn’t imagine why. It wasn’t as if there were a scarcity of able-bodied men in the Kingdoms.

“Is that what brings you to the capital today, Ser?”

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Jon regarded the woman highly, as it came across that he should. She was dressed in what could be no less than royal clothing, and she was strikingly well-kept, especially in contrast to the peasant woman fumbling about them. The Crow listened to the woman well, her sympathy not falling short of warming his frostbitten heart, even just a bit due to the kindness of acknowledgment. 

"Most people are always petty, especially given reason." Jon looked at the stranger with apt curiosity, but he understood and even could be called in agreement with her words. "Perhaps if I come back dressed as the likes of them, in rags -- or donned with golden robes and an important demeanor, they will spare me a few words?"

There was a bit of joke in that, as Jon was trying to come off as something pleasant to the other, rather than filled to the brim with contempt for his work and purpose for being there.

"Yes, it is the main reason that brings me. Though I am not happy for that, I am happy to be in a place a bit warmer than The Wall, even if I do stick out worse than a sore thumb," Jon responded, sparing even a small smile. "May I ask your name, my lady? I am Jon Snow."

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Okay, I know I keep saying this, but I am definitely back now. Had to take awhile to sort some things out, but now here I am getting to drafts that are like a month old. Apologies. x

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My hiatus ends this Sunday. I have everything drafted, just a reminder I haven't forgotten anyone xox.

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colour meme: sansa stark + white, asked by anonymous

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So I already have 178 of you, and that's friggin' crazy, considering I've had this blog for less than a full week, I think.  But, unfortunately, I've had a pretty big vacation planned for quite some time. So, all of my replies and things that I need to get to are drafted, and I have no intention of dropping any of them. I return on July 6th, but until then, I'm pretty much completely off the grid. That being said, I love all of you ridiculous immense amounts, and I can't wait to see you all when I get back.