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Jon Snow ([personal profile] tooktheblack) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs2017-10-26 11:02 pm

šŸ‚ autumn fades

WHO: Jon Snow
WHERE: 6I village, at Lucrezia’s Home
WHEN: 26 October
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: tbd



Jon had made a habit of going to see Lucrezia daily when he went to visit his family and when he didn’t see her for two days running, his heart sank like a stone. It wasn’t like her to be out often; she usually kept close to her home or to the inn and to not see her at all for two days meant that surely she must have gone.

The evening of the second day confirmed his suspicions completely. Her cat mewled and yowled, wandering about the steps and of Lucrezia’s porch seemingly in search of his mistress. It took Jon a moment to actually get the cat to come close to him but once he coaxed it near, he gathered him up into his arms.

ā€œBarnabus,ā€ Jon said quietly. ā€œI fear she’s gone and left us both. No amount of looking is going to bring her back to us, all right?ā€

When Ygritte had disappeared, Jon had searched for her in the woods for days and only when he’d exhausted every hollow and dale that he had declared her truly gone. When Arya had gone, heā€˜d done similar.

Now, though, he simply felt hollow and empty. He’d lost another person he had cared for in this place and there was no telling who might be next. Would it be his Lord Father? Would it be his sisters? His brother? Lyanna? Jon hoped not.

Armful of cat, he walked past the home his family lived in and down the road toward the inn. Possibly there was a bit of milk or something he might be able to give the cat so it would stop yowling for the time being.
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[personal profile] learned_to_die 2017-11-25 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Aye, through duty, at first. Don't misunderstand me; I'd not trade the life I had with her for anything," Ned says, a creeping fond sadness in his voice. "But it took many years before we were able to be as we were when you knew us." Indeed, they'd been nothing more than strangers the night of their wedding. He'd met her before, of course, but had always known her as his brother's betrothed. He'd seen her through the lens of a future sister-in-law, bound together through family, but never anything more. It took some time for him to switch the light in which he viewed her, from sister-in-law to wife.

"We cannot all walk down the same paths as those around us. We'd wear the earth beneath our feet until we fell through to the other side, if that were the case." He considers Jon for a few moments. "But there isn't a reason for you not to find yourself a wife, if that's the sort of life you wish to have."
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[personal profile] learned_to_die 2017-12-01 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
"In truth, it shouldn't have mattered before, either," Ned admits, sorrow painting his words and tone. "It shouldn't've mattered as much as it did. But I'm glad you've been able to establish yourself a life here, Jon. Truly. I hope you're able to remember that I only wanted the best for you, even if it wasn't always what you'd received."