I Keep On Falling… And Falling
Chapter 1. The Past Will Always Catch Up To You
He watched Daenerys sleep, for how long he couldn’t tell — his time perception much different than that of a mortal — concentrating on the way her chest rose and fell with every deep breath she took, her eyes moving left and right behind her lids, proof of her deep sleep. With a wave of his hand, half of the candles he had previously conjured disappeared, the glow of the few remaining ones barely illuminating the area around the bed.
He could not stop staring at her, taking in her features: her small nose, her long lashes, the curve of her lips, the way her now dry hair curled in soft waves, her small breasts, her muscular thighs. He was no artist, but by now he was certain he could draw her only from memory. She looked otherworldly like this, the perfect image of the Maiden, innocent but deadly if you got on her bad side.
He had been worried for her, the feeling so strong that it reminded him of his human self, when he used to worry about his sisters’ fates. Like a moth to a flame he had been doomed since the first moment he had laid eyes on her. He would have accused her of sorcery, just because he couldn’t stop thinking of her and desiring her, but Jon knew what hexes and curses felt like, and this was so far from it.
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