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OutOfCrows

// I’m going to head. My tumblr is slow AF and making me want to throw my laptop out the window. 

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Jon was brought back to life with the collision. He stumbled slightly on his feet and instinctively thought it was one of his half brother’s so he cursed under his breathe followed by a “Hey, watch where you’re going!” but when his dark eyes looked up and saw an unfamiliar face his own drained. “My apologies..” he stepped back, bowing his head. “My Lady..”

He noted her attire and knew she wasn’t some kitchen worker or cleaner. She was a noble and he had just cursed in front of her. Oh if Lady Stark hears of this I’ll be throttled. “Yes, I’m fine My Lady, don’t concern yourself with me..are you alright? “ he finally looked up from her boots, but only for a second, before he humbly cast his eyes down again.

Ghost was sat on the opposite end of the small court yard, watching quietly, as he always did. 

Jon felt uncomfortable, uneasy around women of any station. He cleared his throat. “Your from House Caerlight, yes? H-How...did you find the journey?” he shifted in his position, hoping he didn’t sound idiotic. 

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The winds that clung to the cliff of Draonstone were ripping through the halls of the ancient Keep. Jon was wrapped in thick furs in his cot, he tossed this way and that as the roaring wind gave way to a dragon’s screech. When his mind could catch an ounce of sleep his dreams were on fire with dread undead hands clawing for his heat. He woke with a start and groaned loudly. He ached for peace and the mute snow of Winterfell. He sighed forcibly and rolled himself out of his furs.

He was still a glorified prisoner of the Foreign Queen. She was strong, he appreciated that, but he was angry at himself for making the mistake of travelling South, as many Northern Kings did and perished for their foolishness. He dressed quickly and took a candle with him through the old corridors. They were slick like the inside of a cave. He sighed wistfully as he remembered his own time in a cave. His smile quickly vanished, his dreams were full of the undead, he didnt need another dead one to haunt him tonight.

He found his way to an exit that brought him to a balcony. He set his candle down on the stone wall and looked out over the cliffs and sea, the moon was high in the sky and illuminated the dark waters with its gentle glow.

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“You all crowned me your King. I never wanted it. I never asked for it. But I accepted it because the North is my home! It’s part of me, and I will never stop fighting for it, no matter the odds!”

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Jon had seen the King, well more like Jon had seen how big the man was, and his rosy nose and cheeks that came from drink, not the cold. He suppressed a smile. “I’m sure he is...having a good time that is..” he smiled then, remembering that he couldn’t talk to a Lady the way he talked to his brothers. He cleared his throat. “No..I’m not hungry...well..slightly, but I’ll be fed with the servants with the left overs..” Jon try to sound unaffected by that arrangement and instead let his stomach growl in anticipation regardless of whether the food was cold or hot. 

“I’m sorry my Lady...I’ve not asked your name..I’m Jon...Jon Snow...” he wasnt sure if she would know of him. Perhaps his fathers little war time mistake made for great gossip. That was Jon’s biggest regret of being a Bastard..was that it brought his father shame..he knew that every time he looked into Eddards eyes. Scorn from others, sadness from his father, only his siblings looked at him with care..all except Sansa who took after her mother.

“Well..I hope you are feeling better..I’m sure the air is much different than the South...what’s it like, can I ask?”

He noted she was shy and so resumed his seating on the grain sack. He pulled a small skin flask of ale that his uncle Benjen had filled from the feast for him. Before it reached his lips he offered it to her. “Would you..like some?” He knew he wasnt allowed to drink it, but he felt he deserved it.

He looked up at her again, still amazed at how little fabric there was in the Southern dresses..he could see her womanly figure clearly..he took a haevy swig from the skin. 

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@a-girl-named-angel

Jon and his fellow brothers had ranged North of the Wall into the unforgiving haunted forest. He scouting party had been attacked and in the fray he became separated. That had been a night ago and he and Ghost were huddled together against the cold beside a warm fire. Jon jumped at every sound, every lonesome fox call, every ravens scream and even the crackling of the fire. Ghost was sleeping soundly and he assured himself that if the Wights returned, or anything else for that matter, that Ghost would sense it.

He needed to return to Castle Black, if any of his party had survived that’s where they would have gone. The sky through the trees was darkening and a burst of pink tore through the sky like an open wound. Much of it was suffocated by the sheer amount of trees around him.

Jon shivered uselessly as his eyes began to droop. Snow had frozen onto his lashes and they were so heavy. He watched the fire as it burned and suddenly, he was in the grips of slumber. 

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@worshipsonlydeath

Jon had made the march from White Harbour to Winterfell. The snows were much deeper now from when he left for Kings Landing, and the cold was unforgiving. He relished it after the Southern heat. He had imagined returning home night after night in his early days at the Wall. Fighting with himself to leave but he never did.

From a bastard Snow to the King of the North. He would have pinched himself constantly if he was not reminded of it by his Lords. His horse grunted lowly as he made his way through the Castle gates. He had gotten word that Bran and Arya were home. All the wolves returning for the Winter.

He unhorsed himself and walked briskly inside, wondering where his sister was. His heart throbbed as he remembered their last meeting. How he had held her so tight in their goodbye embrace. How skinny she was beneath him, and how sad her large eyes looked. He remembered Needle, and wondered if it had brought her any luck through her entire ordeal.

He tried not to seem frantic, looking as he walked through corridors, stopping a guard to ask for her where abouts. 

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@santarcyes

Jon had been out hunting for the day, he had brought his Direwolf pup, Ghost with him. The hunt was unsuccessful but he enjoyed the time away from home it gave him. Out in the woods it was just him and Ghost, he knew found friend. No Bastards and no titles. Just the trees and the nature within none of which knew his name. As he returned on horseback, Ghost running at a distance so to not spook his stead, he noticed an entourage of men holding sigils were entering Winterfell.

He remembered Measter Luwin cracking Jon’s knuckles when he could not recite every house, sigil and words. He knew them now, and seen House Caerlight.  Hope Lasts After Death. He wondered what they were doing here, but noted that Lady Stark would want him no where near them, so he kept his head down and brought his horse to the stables. 

After a quick lunch from the kitchens Jon wandered the Castle grounds, wondering how he would spend the rest of his day. Robb and Theon had teased him about his uneventful hunt so he had retreated to his own company, like he often did. 

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@lionwithouthonour

Jon had returned to Winterfell with little joy. News had broke of the attack on The Wall and all he thought or knew was being questioned. Things would never be the same now and inside, his hope for success or even survival, waned and dwindled. But he couldn’t show weakness. The Northern Lords looked to him now..

We have no Children of The Forest to make pacts with. We have no Wall. Do we have hope? A chance? To his men they did. 

He sat in The Great Hall, looking out at all his Lords and allies. He took every day as it came, and today, he was told that Ser Jamie, The Kingslayer had arrived in Winterfell. He heard that Jamie had attached Ser Jorey, killing his fathers men, he had heard the humour of Jamie’s private affairs with his sister. Many of his Lords lost men to this man during Robbs Rebellion. No matter what Jon felt towards this lowly Lion..he knew that none of it mattered.

Did titles, bad blood or honour guide the Night King? Did his dead men march because of duty? The Long Night approached like a funeral march and personal disapproval wouldn’t stop it.

He presumed that Cersei had sent Jamie with a message, he worried that thier terms of peace were no more or that Cersei decided to ask for something in return. He waited patiently in the tense room and waited. 

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@goldnwulf

Jon was startled by the sudden interruption, but he stilled himself when he saw her hair. He was a young man and had never been intimate with a woman and so he averted his gaze, standing then to be polite. He had never seen many women with blonde hair. It was a novelty to him. He cleared his throat then to speak. “I am sorry if I frightened you, My Lady..” he bowed his head respectfully, seeing from her dress that she was a part of the Kings crowd. “I...” he swallowed hard, but honesty was always the only option for Jon. 

“No, My Lady...I am a bastard...and could not attend the feast. “ he nodded then, letting the breath he had been holding go at least. He shifted in his stance, unable to not admire her. Her clothing was confusing though, so many warm colours, she was like a candle in the depths of a Northern Winter. He tried to smile then, to make her feel more at ease. “Why..if you don’t mind my asking, my Lady, are..you not enjoying the feast?”. 

He stepped towards her, slowly, so the torch light could bathe him in its lonely glow. 

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@coerulus

Jon had yet to speak with the Lady Tarth. If he was being honest with himself, he was alittle off put by her sheer size. He was use to strong women, he enjoyed them, but even with Ygritte there still remained an essence of woman. Brienne could easily have been mistaken for a Knight and there were claims that she had defeated The Hound in single combat. 

But Jon was not a rude man. He understood and appreciated all Brienne had done for Sansa, who regularly sang her praises. With all these thoughts in mind he left his chambers to find her.

Winterfell was humming with life. Grain was coming in by the cart load and repairs were being made to the defences. He walked with purpose in his steps, confident in the fact that he would not miss her tall frame around here. He couldnt help but think of his beloved sister, Arya, now as he searched. She never wanted to be a Lady and he encourage this whim in her. He smiled to himself as the snows fell gently and he reached one of the court yards.