Until then, Jon doesn’t realize his heart hasn’t been beating, not for weeks. Not since he dropped to one knee before her and asked for forever. What’s mine is yours, he’d said, never the best with words, but it’s what his mother taught him about love.
He hears Lyanna’s voice in his head now, he can picture her, ticking off points on her fingers. ‘Give everything you can, don’t try to change them… and for god’s sake, baby, always tell the truth.’
It’s in that last part he failed— though he’s spoken the truth tonight, here, in this room. Jon feels her heartbeat through the delicate skin of her wrist, a drum against his fingertips. He lets himself be selfish, unleashes his want for her—god he wants her more than anything, instead of anything.
I don’t want us to be over.
“Neither do I.”
it was a stained glass variation of the truth
{ a jonsa fake dating holiday fic }
— NOW COMPLETE.














