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Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark Rating: Explicit
It is at this point that Sansa realizes she is thinking about licking the stomach of her new coworker in the same room as the most accomplished Legilimens in the British Isles.
Memories flashed before his eyes, like mosaics in a sept. Jon Snow’s grey hand in his, while Satin trimmed his nails. The frozen blood caking his ribcage, and him wiping it away, gently, trying not to take off any skin. The frost growing over his eyelids. He thought, If I’d known you would come back, I would have dressed your wounds, I would have had your clothes ready.
Instead, two days ago, at the hour of the wolf, Jon Snow had risen inside his cell and torn away the door, then walked naked and barefoot through Castle Black until Melisandre found him. The men who’d seen him thought he was a ghost. It was only the next morning, when Ghost the direwolf woke Satin early in the Flint Barracks, that he found the splintered door, and the empty table in the ice cell, and anyone had known Jon Snow had risen again.
The lord commander and his steward have a conversation.