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          it was COLD outside, especially when compared with the booming celebration that had the great keep filled to the brim with fires and steamy food and laughter and cheer --- which was, precisely, why Jon had eventually found himself in dire need of some fresh air. there was a dull throbbing already starting in his temples, though whether from the ruckus inside or from how much he’d had to drink, it proved impossible to tell... might be that so boldly taking Tormund up on his challenge had not be such a clever idea, after all.

          the feast had left quite a warm feeling in his chest however, a sort of lightness of spirit he’d not felt in literal years, and therefore he had no motives to complain --- at least until morning came, and all his bad choices for the night finally caught up with him. for the time being, the bastard was sitting on a bench by the training yard, simply enjoying the peace and quiet and trying to sober up a bit... when the faint sound of FOOTSTEPS approaching caught his attention. slowly reopening his eyes, then, he was just in time to catch a blur of red coming closer and closer to him, almost like a flame that had jumped out of the hearth --- till eventually he was able to recognize the lady’s beautiful features. an unexpected encounter... and yet, for once, he found himself smiling at her.

✖   𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 ( ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗⁱⁿᵍ ) ✖         » @ladyrcd​

                           the last time he had seen the red woman, he had told her to  NEVER COME BACK; he had told her that he would have her executed for the atrocity she had committed; yet here she stood, before him. it had been jon’s mindset for years, growing more and more frantic as the others drew closer, becoming almost desperate once they had breached the wall;  WE NEED ALL THE MEN WE CAN GET.  but did that include melisandre? she had MURDERED an innocent  CHILD. he had sworn to himself, to ser davos, to   h e r,  that he would kill her if she ever returned to the north. but they truly did need all the men that they could get. part of him wondered if her punishment could wait until after ( or if at all ) the war was won. it seemed  LIKELY  that the army of dead that marched forth would do that job for him.

“R’HALLOR IS, CHILD. I’m just his vessel.“ and the red woman smiles, the sight of the young princess causing the red priestess to stop her act. ancient blood runs through the girls veins. “if you allow yourself to wordship him, he will make you just as wonderful.” 

it’s a crime mel & bronn haven’t interacted canonically | @ladyrcd

       “ – – is that what you tell yourself?”

@ladyrcd: mel vc: above average at best?