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the song of ice and fire [closed]
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tooktheblackWHO: Jon Snow
WHERE: woods
WHEN: 14 December
OPEN TO: Robb Stark
WARNINGS: Starks being stubborn idiots
STATUS: locked post, only open to Robb Stark's thread.
Jon had not really spoken to Robb much over the past several weeks. He'd moved into a house shared with Ygritte, which had worked out to be for the best given the influx of family over the past moon. Sansa and Arya were with Robb now, along with Margaery, and there simply wasn't room in Robb's house for the lot of them to live there together. It was no Winterfell, after all, and after Margaery had accused Ygritte of...whatever she'd accused her of, it had simply been for the best that Jon take a house further away from Margaery in order to simply keep the peace.
Still, he missed his brother. They used to talk quite a bit, especially when they first arrived and it had only been the two of them, and Jon missed that. He had been reminded of how things were before they ever left Winterfell, how they'd been as boys. He wanted that closeness back even though years and battles and politics would ensure that neither of the men would ever be the same as the boys they once were; nostalgia painted things warmer than cold, grey reality.
It was cold today, wet and the snow was the sort that seemed to be changing into a half-melted sleet as Jon went along the lines to check his traps. He had a bow in an attempt to hunt a deer or something but there was no way he'd spot anything in miserable weather like this. The animals had all taken shelter, much like he should, but he had duties to fulfill to the other villagers and one of those duties was trying to ensure they were all fed.
He spotted Robb's red hair along the tree line and cursed under his breath, wanting to avoid him if he could. He was in a foul mood from the cold and wet and didn't want to be reminded that he couldn't exactly just say hello to his brother without opening up the wound of not having spoken with him in the better part of a month so he wanted to avoid the subject entirely. He gripped his bow hard, shocked when it went up in flames. How had that happened?
He'd heard of one person who had this gift, the tall man called Thor Odinson, but this was something Jon had never seen with his own eyes. The fire came again, a towering flame this time, and scorched a tree in front of him. "Seven Hells!" he shouted.
So much for slipping away unnoticed.
WHERE: woods
WHEN: 14 December
OPEN TO: Robb Stark
WARNINGS: Starks being stubborn idiots
STATUS: locked post, only open to Robb Stark's thread.
Jon had not really spoken to Robb much over the past several weeks. He'd moved into a house shared with Ygritte, which had worked out to be for the best given the influx of family over the past moon. Sansa and Arya were with Robb now, along with Margaery, and there simply wasn't room in Robb's house for the lot of them to live there together. It was no Winterfell, after all, and after Margaery had accused Ygritte of...whatever she'd accused her of, it had simply been for the best that Jon take a house further away from Margaery in order to simply keep the peace.
Still, he missed his brother. They used to talk quite a bit, especially when they first arrived and it had only been the two of them, and Jon missed that. He had been reminded of how things were before they ever left Winterfell, how they'd been as boys. He wanted that closeness back even though years and battles and politics would ensure that neither of the men would ever be the same as the boys they once were; nostalgia painted things warmer than cold, grey reality.
It was cold today, wet and the snow was the sort that seemed to be changing into a half-melted sleet as Jon went along the lines to check his traps. He had a bow in an attempt to hunt a deer or something but there was no way he'd spot anything in miserable weather like this. The animals had all taken shelter, much like he should, but he had duties to fulfill to the other villagers and one of those duties was trying to ensure they were all fed.
He spotted Robb's red hair along the tree line and cursed under his breath, wanting to avoid him if he could. He was in a foul mood from the cold and wet and didn't want to be reminded that he couldn't exactly just say hello to his brother without opening up the wound of not having spoken with him in the better part of a month so he wanted to avoid the subject entirely. He gripped his bow hard, shocked when it went up in flames. How had that happened?
He'd heard of one person who had this gift, the tall man called Thor Odinson, but this was something Jon had never seen with his own eyes. The fire came again, a towering flame this time, and scorched a tree in front of him. "Seven Hells!" he shouted.
So much for slipping away unnoticed.
