ASoIaF kink meme
There seems to be interest in a kink meme so it's time for another one!
How it works1. Anonymously request a pairing/threesome/moresome(het, slash, and femslash are all welcome), plus a kink. Any and all kinks are welcome. One request per comment ( Read more... )
How it works1. Anonymously request a pairing/threesome/moresome(het, slash, and femslash are all welcome), plus a kink. Any and all kinks are welcome. One request per comment ( Read more... )
Sam greeted Jon the moment he arrived at the camp and dismounted from his horse. They briefly exchanged news of Others and the ragtag forces that kept them at bay. "Your leg," Sam said as they walked, the Lord Commander's limp not escaping his notice.
"A minor injury," Jon replied.
Sam looked at him so sternly that Jon's grim features broke into a smile. "Very well, Maester, I would be glad if you would look at it later, but first, this thing you mentioned with your last raven..."
Dutifully, Sam led him to the entrance of a dark underground tunnel, where they were greeted by a gaunt outlaw. "This is Pod," the maester said to his commander. "Lord Commander Jon Snow," he said to the boy. The boy bowed stiffly and led them down the winding tunnels and up again into a smoky chamber, a fire burning low at its center. A cloaked figure sitting in the shadows stood when the three men entered.
There was a silence, and after which Jon took a few slow steps forward, and the figure did the same. Nothing could have prepared him for what happened next. In a rush the hooded woman hurled toward him, bone-thin fingers wrapping around his arms. The hood fell from her head, as did the ragged scarf that was wrapped loosely around her face. Jon reeled as he looked onto the visage of a dead and half-rotted woman.
"Who is this?" he cried.
"It-it's like I told you," he heard Sam say behind him. "I think she's Lady Catelyn Stark."
"How long?" Jon said quietly. "How long has she been like this?"
"Since she died, my lord," Pod said. "After the wedding, I mean. Five years ago. Beric gave her life again, and she was like that."
Her gleaming eyes never leaving Jon's face, the woman raised one of her hands to clamp around her neck and began to speak in a dry croak, four syllables, repeated in an eager rush.
"I don't understand," Jon said, his eyebrow furrowed. "What is she saying?"
Pod listened intently. "I... she's..."
"Well?" Jon demanded.
"She's calling you 'Ned.'"
Jon froze as the meaning of her words sunk in. She was gazing at him with more affection and longing in death than she had ever done while alive. "My lady," Jon said weakly, "I am not your husband." Her fingers were gripping his arm like iron. "Eddard is gone. Do you not recognize me?"
She studied his face, as he studied hers -- the eyes dark and inhuman, her face torn to shreds, the rotted skin. Finally the recognition bloomed in her eyes. She uttered two sounds that he guessed to be Jon Snow.
Slowly she turned and took a seat once more and began to talk in low croaking sentences.
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"My lady," Jon said, wishing that deference could soften the blow. "They are dead, save Rickon and Arya, who have not been seen in years."
"And what of the Freys?" Pod asked.
"Taken by Others."
Catelyn Stark turned away from him then and her shoulders shook violently with silent sobs. Or laughter. Jon could not tell.
It was Sam who broke the silence. "What should we do? I don't believe she's a wight, Jon... Or at least not like any wight I've ever seen."
"I don't know," Jon said, rubbing his forehead wearily. "We'll discuss it later." He turned to leave when he heard the sound again. Jon Snow.
He turned to see the undead Catelyn Stark beckoning him nearer. He crossed the room to stand by her, bending low as she began to speak softly. Her voice was gentle, the dry croaks a little easier to understand.
"There is nothing for me now," she said.
Jon looked at her in alarm.
Holding her throat closed, she continued, a sad smile on her face: "You look like Ned."
And then finally, in a faint whisper, just two words: "Kiss me."
Before Jon could react, she had pressed her hands to his face, drawing him in close. Her expression was peaceful, he realized, just before his lips met hers. The disgust at kissing the ruined lips of a half-rotted face was blasted away at once by an intense heat and an intense pain, like of flames leaping down his throat. Jon thought he screamed but no sound came out.
And then it was over. Lady Catelyn lay crumpled on the ground, and Jon felt his heart beat stronger, his blood run warmer, his eyes shine brighter, than they ever had before.
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