Full night had fallen over the island some hours ago, and Jon had passed into a fevered state of half-wakefulness. When he was aware enough to think at all, he was grateful for it; his leg had begun to go numb, and he was too afraid to look at it anymore ( Read more... )

Jon fled the Wall without looking back, his thoughts bent Southward to where his father's head was moldering outside King's Landing, where his sisters were vanished or dead, where the only family he knew for sure he had left had just declared himself King in the North. Robb's face breezed through Jon's mind as he rode hell-for-leather South; Robb ( Read more... )

Jon was undertaking the task of gutting and cleaning the fish he'd caught that day, sitting on a log near their firepit with his back to the sea. Since Halloween he'd tended to keep one eye on their house whenever he was in the yard, just for his own peace of mind. Susan was taking their laundry down off the line, and Jon smiled as his glance went ( Read more... )

Jon had let himself sit with the knowledge Robb's letter had given him for a day or two, unable as yet to speak of it. He knew he must, and indeed since he had found it both Susan and his father had asked him what was on his mind. But it had taken this long for it to truly sink in; had he stayed in Westeros, he would have been the next King in the ( Read more... )

Jon wasn't proud of it, but he was most certainly hiding. Mostly from Robb, though he wasn't too keen on Arya or his father discovering him this way either. Though they, at least, would have only a brief memory of Jeyne Westerling Stark to recall, so it would be only the embarrassment of being a girl (and dressed in one of Susan's outfits to boot) ( Read more... )

[from here]Jon laughed and climbed off her, shaking his hair back with a sharp smirk and reaching for her hand to tug her to her feet. Bunching up the blanket and folding it over his arm, he jerked his chin at the sweater hanging off the end of her bed. "Take that," he said, "and let's get the fuck out of here." He planned to lead her down through ( Read more... )

[from here]He gave a dry, hollow chuckle. "Doing stupid things for love seems to be in our blood," he said, his fingers fisting in Robb's shirt. "None of us have escaped it wholly." He took an unsteady breath and let it out slowly, forcing his hand to let go Robb's shirt, his palm flattening where he could feel the heartbeat steady through the thin ( Read more... )

[[just after thisIt was embarrassing in a way, foolish perhaps, given all he'd fought and faced, but in the face of Ygritte's pain Jon could do nothing but run. He ran, ran until he couldn't muster the strength to go any farther, and when he stopped he found himself halfway between the compound and the caves. Out of breath and wheezing, he leaned ( Read more... )

Jon was surprised and relieved to see his whole family in the vicinity of Summerfell; the Hound's helmet, wrapped in his shirt, was under his arm, and his face was pink with the effort of having mostly run here from the compound ( Read more... )

After leaving Samara at the compound, Jon thought the best thing to do would be to go back to Summerfell. It was not what he wanted to do; he was not overfond of the idea of seeing any of his siblings just yet, but he knew he had to do it soon or late. So he made his way down the path slowly, Ghost heeling close to his strides instead of trotting ( Read more... )