conquered fear to climb, a moment froze in time

[handandahalf]

[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

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[_kinginthenorth]

Robb almost crumbles under such heavy trust. Jon's body is warm against him, his face so close, his shining eyes wet. Robb strokes a finger along his brother's cheek, so slowly his hand trembles, brushing over his lips.

"I cannot be," he protests, his voice no more than a whisper. "I cannot, for you are that to me."

[handandahalf]

Jon's breath caught in his chest, a hitch that sounded half like a gasp. He could feel Robb's heartbeat quicken beneath his palm, and his focus had narrowed to his brother's face; his honest eyes, his sensitive mouth, everything about him radiating sympathy and care. "We have always been well matched," he murmured, his other hand finding its way to Robb's neck, his fingers brushing the beat of his pulse beneath the skin.

[_kinginthenorth]

Robb's lashes flutter, his blue eyes clear and deep as the sky. "It is true," he whispers hoarsely, his finger resting pressed against Jon's lips. Forgive me, he prays silently, to whoever is listening, I am not strong after all. And then he has pressed his mouth to his brother's with a whimper.

[handandahalf]

It was as if he'd been waiting for it, waiting so long he couldn't remember when it had begun. With a quiet indrawn breath, he returned the kiss, as soft and slow as Robb had begun it, shifting fractionally closer as his fingers curled lightly against his brother's neck. It felt unreal, distanced from everything else that had made up his life before this moment, yet at the same time it felt more real and right than he could imagine.