If Ramsay wins, I’m not going back there alive. Do you understand me?
Tag: jon
love isn’t soft, like those poets say.
love has teeth which bite
and the wounds never close.
— Swimming? In the storm? She laughed at the notion. Is this a trick t’ get the clothes off me, Jon Snow?”
— Do I need a trick for that now? he teased. Or is that you can’t swim a stroke? Ygritte punched his arm.
—You know nothing, Jon Snow. I’m half a fish, I’ll have you know.
You will have little joy of your command, but I think you have the strength in you to do the things that must be done. Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.
No clan can stop them. The free folk can’t stop them. The Night’s Watch can’t stop them. And all of the southern kings can’t stop them. Only together, all of us. And even then it may not be enough, but at least we’ll give the fuckers a fight.
Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes. (…) The Many-Faced God can have the rest, she thought, but he can’t have this.
I am the sword in the darkness
“She has more courage than she knows,” said Sam. “So do you, Sam. Have a swift, safe voyage, and take care of her and Aemon and the child.” The cold trickles on his face reminded Jon of the day he’d bid farewell to Robb at Winterfell, never knowing that it was for the last time.
“AND PULL YOUR HOOD UP. THE SNOWFLAKES ARE MELTING IN YOUR HAIR.”
jon and ygritte + the real north
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