🍂 autumn fades

[tooktheblack]

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

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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.

“Barnabus,” Jon said quietly. “I fear she’s gone and left us both. No amount of looking is going to bring her back to us, all right?”

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, he‘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.

Comments

awwwww jon D:

[learned_to_die]

Ned has been spending the cooler evenings out on the porch of the Stark family home, enjoying the brisker air that the apparent change of season has been bringing. Summer was alarmingly short for a man of Westeros, but he had been prepped for such changes by his children, all of whom made a point to explain that the seasonal alterations in the village did not mimic the patterns of home. He is cradling a mug with a tea made from boiled roots and leaves he'd found, trying to recall the education he'd received as a young lad from the Maesters and from Jon Arryn, and it turned out moderately pleasing. It isn't anything he'd shout from the rooftops about, but it satiates the need for something to warm his bones from the inside out.

He catches sight of Jon ambling by, a feline cradled gently in his arms. He lets him walk without interrupting him, at least at first, noting that Jon seems perturbed by something. Brows furrowed, he places the mug down on his seat and decides to call out after him once his feet hit the solid earth.

"What is it you've found?" he asks, voice louder than conversational volume but a far cry from bellowing.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

She was seated outside the inn, working on her usual project of sharpening the arrows and repairing the bows that were in need of it. It was more comfortable to remain outside, reminding her of the chilled afternoons of Winterfell. It had been so long since she had seen snow or felt the cold air, she would likely remain outdoors longer than she should, if only to enjoy the afternoons a bit longer.

Jon earned a fond smile as he approached. "I wondered where you were." The cat gave her momentary pause, surprised to see him with such a small creature in his arms. "Did that come in a package for you today?"

[king_in_the_north]

"Jon!"

Robb called out as he dashed down the front steps of the home he shared with his father and the girls. He'd just finished cleaning himself up after a day's work, and had been thinking about wandering over to Margaery's when he spotted the familiar dark head striding by.

"Gods, did that show up in one of those boxes?" he asked when he finally caught up, staring down at what was honestly one of the least Jon-like pets he could have imagined.