Aegon "Jon Snow" Targaryen (
northerndragon) wrote in
agogelogs2017-12-23 11:02 pm
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[OPEN] Oh, in dreams I have watched it spin
WHO? Jon Snow (
northerndragon) & maybe you!
WHAT? Open log including dream event prompts.
WHEN? December 2017! Backdated and forward dated are very welcome.
ANYTHING ELSE? Opening summary below cut, detailed prompts in the comments.
WHAT? Open log including dream event prompts.
WHEN? December 2017! Backdated and forward dated are very welcome.
ANYTHING ELSE? Opening summary below cut, detailed prompts in the comments.
The surface of BASE may be unfamiliar, but it doesn't take long -- a few days at most -- for Jon to begin to realize that in its bones, it's a lot like Castle Black. Everything around them speaks of a military organization with stretched resources. The little machines are like builders and stewards and maesters, and he suspects they eat much less than sworn brothers do. And he can see evidence everywhere of attempts to keep everything in good working order and to reuse anything that can be reused.
As such, in spite of those surface differences, he begins to feel more at home.

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"I don't know how our world could hurt so many of us." The tips of her fingers trace down his neck, the dip of his shoulder, then back up. "I feel as if every way I turn, there are so many stories. The Great Houses tearing each other down in Westeros, to little children shackled in Essos."
It's a wonder they're not all so broken beyond repair.
Her wolf, especially. They tried to break him countless times, and he remains whole in her arms.
"I don't want you anywhere else, my love." He's her husband in all but name. "You make it easier. You remind me that there's still good left."
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"I think the world must hurt everyone but the very lucky." Who would he call lucky anymore? Lady Stark, once, but she'd lost everything bit by bit until she was murdered at her brother's wedding, something that has never given Jon anything but dismay. The Tyrells, once a great house, now all gone like a snuffed candle. Cersei Lannister's children. If even they weren't lucky, who can be? Some fortunate farmer who manages to be left alone?
"How do I remind you of that? You remind me of what I'm fighting for."
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It tickles, the brush of his beard against her skin. She tries not to fidget much, but her exhale gives her away.
"By the nature of who you are, what you've faced, who you protect." Fingers trace the shell of his ear, now. "Bravery, honesty..."
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That, as much as anything, probably explains to her why Davos is his most trusted advisor.
He catches the way she shifts away from his beard. But he's had it for so long, and even from his limited, infrequent glances in mirrors, he knows his face without it would look too young.
"I try to be honest. I try to be brave. But you don't try anything less." He almost laughs then. "We're quite a pair."
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It's a pleasant tickling, not one she really wants to escape. Likely, she'd be adamant about him keeping the beard were he ever to consider removing it.
"Quite the pair. Almost as if we were made for each other." A soft hum. She feels silly for making such a statement, as if the gods played a role in any of this. she doesn't think they do. Not really. "We're talking about you, though, and how you inspire me."