Winter is Coming?
It's cold.
Johnny can't remember the last time he was cold. He slips his arms around Sansa to pull her close, assuming that once again she's stolen the blankets again. But she's cold, too, and that's just wrong.
He sits up to see if the blankets have fallen off, but they haven't. The light blankets they've been sleeping with for months are still there, but there's a definite chill in the room, and a smell of dampness and cold. He gets out of bed, his arms wrapped around himself, and moves to Dara's crib. She's still sound asleep, but cold and making small whimpering sounds.
"I gotcha, Dara," he murmurs, and cradles her against his chest. He wishes, for completely unselfish reasons this time, that he had his abilities back, so he'd be able to warm her small body more quickly.
He moves to the window and opens it awkwardly with one hand. And blinks at what he sees.
"Oh. My. God," he says.
There's snow--everywhere. Inches, it looks like, and covering everything.
"Huh." Johnny jiggles Dara absently. "Looks like your relatives were right, Dara," he murmurs quietly. "Winter was coming."
Johnny can't remember the last time he was cold. He slips his arms around Sansa to pull her close, assuming that once again she's stolen the blankets again. But she's cold, too, and that's just wrong.
He sits up to see if the blankets have fallen off, but they haven't. The light blankets they've been sleeping with for months are still there, but there's a definite chill in the room, and a smell of dampness and cold. He gets out of bed, his arms wrapped around himself, and moves to Dara's crib. She's still sound asleep, but cold and making small whimpering sounds.
"I gotcha, Dara," he murmurs, and cradles her against his chest. He wishes, for completely unselfish reasons this time, that he had his abilities back, so he'd be able to warm her small body more quickly.
He moves to the window and opens it awkwardly with one hand. And blinks at what he sees.
"Oh. My. God," he says.
There's snow--everywhere. Inches, it looks like, and covering everything.
"Huh." Johnny jiggles Dara absently. "Looks like your relatives were right, Dara," he murmurs quietly. "Winter was coming."