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He meets her gaze for the shortest moment before turning to look out over the woods, gesturing at it with a gloved hand. “Is this why you brought me here? To talk about memories?”
“No. I wanted to talk about marriage.”
When Sansa suggests it's time for her and Jon to marry, she means they should make marriage alliances with the other Northern houses. Jon, though, assumes she means they should marry each other.
A post s7 story where Jon and Sansa struggle to navigate their new political landscape while suppressing their feelings for one another, Arya does everything in her power to protect her pack, and Bran and Sam try to figure out how to kill the Night King.
18 Apr 2018
“It's like chess, you know. The Queen saves the King.”
― Terry Pratchett, The Shepherd's Crown
There was a painful sense of deja vu in the scenery that was quickly put into place.
The South had taken so much. It took and took and took: her father, her mother, her brother, and never gave anything back.
She would forgive it all, though. She would forgive if Jon returned to her – to them.
She and Arya and Bran.
When the snow falls and the white wind blows, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.
24 Apr 2018
“I’m trying to protect you,” Jon grunts, tearing himself away from the window.
But Sansa is there. Sansa is there, against his arm, turning him around. “From what?”
He’s breathing so fast he nearly can’t stop is body from humming, vibrating, he can’t keep his hands still or his eyes at any one place and it’s like it’s under his skin but Sansa just waits, waits, still like stone and the Lady of Winterfell and he isn’t the King-in-the-North-no-longer.
And after a year, a decade, a lifetime, Jon says, brokenly, “From me.”
Sansa does not move. Jon’s beginning to think that the gods could rip apart the ground beneath their feet and separate Westeros into two, east and west, and still Sansa would not move. She looks at him like she can see through him, through the parts he needs to keep from her. “There was once a time when I knew that the last person in Westeros, and Essos, and all the unknown and the dead lands— the last person I needed to be protected from was you.”