Guess who’s back for Halloween Part 2? 😏😈 | a fic teaser
I don't like haunted houses," he announced, to no one in particular.
Violet eyes locked onto his. Uh-oh, he realized, swallowing hard. He just invited the devil to play.
"Oh?" Dany echoed, coy. "Why not?"
"Bad experience as a kid."
"Is this like why you don't like Santa Claus anymore? Did someone make you dress up after losing a bet?" she teased.
He rolled his eyes. It was, in fact, exactly like that. "For your information, when you spend hours and hours in a hot ass wolf costume, hungover too I might add, you wouldn't like them either."
Naturally, his cousin had to get in on the ragging. “His ex-girlfriend made him do the haunted house thing in high school.”
"Arya!"
Dany scowled; any mention of his ex-girlfriend usually had her dragonfire flaring. Not in jealousy, but more dislike for how he’d been treated. "The wildling?"
"The bitch," Arya corrected.
This was going in a really, really bad direction and Jon could sense it. He stood quickly and took Phee, flashing a fast smile at Dany. "I don't like haunted houses and I'm going to go take this one to change. You go take your pictures, Realm's Delight."
She stuck out her tongue, wagging the skull charm she had there. Phee made a grab for it, always fascinated by the jewelry while Rhae rolled her eyes. She was not impressed. "Scaredy-wolf."
"It's not entertaining for me," he sniffed. He really didn't like haunted houses. He didn't like scary things and she knew it. "It's too fake." That was an outright lie. Most of the time it was too real and he really didn't find it funny. He had a rather healthy fight or flight reflex, developed from his time as the shunned child, the "bastard", the troublemaker, and then the military man. Not to mention the military guy who was set upon by his own men.
He shivered; if there was anything in that house related to the Night King, he did not need it. That story traumatized him as a child. Old Nan made sure of it. He wouldn't be able to sleep for days and he already didn't sleep with a three-month old in the house. Plus Rhae, who sometimes would stand next to their bed and just stare at them while they slept.
Dany cocked her head, a smile playing on her painted lips. The skull makeup with her silver hair and old-fashioned black and red gown gave her the impression of a marionette, hands on her hips. He half expected her to start dancing awkwardly. "Oh?" she echoed.
"Oh what?"
"Could it be because you don't like haunted houses and ghost stories?"
"No." Yes.
She stepped towards him so they were toe-to-toe, peering up, even in her high heeled boots. "You know Jon, some might say that you have to face your fears if you want to conquer them. You were able to get back in the Santa suit earlier this year, remember?"
He turned pink. "That was one time!"
Arya furrowed her brow. "What one time, I thought you burned it?"
"Never you mind!"
Dany chortled. She was having too much fun with this. "I'm just saying Jon, maybe it isn't as scary at you think it will be."
He didn't need to find out.
