she has been STARING all night, with every movement made and smile shared, every glance sent down to the DRAGON QUEEN, he feels the ever watchful eye of the lady of winterfell. it was a silent agreement between himself and daenarys to keep his sworn oath between them until a quieter time; for now, they sit and eat with the lords and his rejoined family and say nothing of bending the knee. but even still. jon thinks SHE KNOWS without ever needing to ask. 

         ( he does, eventually, meet sansa’s eyes, but the look lasts half a second and he feels colder when she breaks it. ) 

after half the men are in their cups and her grace has retired with her cohorts, jon finds himself reluctant to disappear for the night. instead, he sucks in a breath and knocks on the door to the LORD’S CHAMBERS and pretends not to see a figure slink into the shadows. 

( she stays close to her sister, now: brienne must feel positively USELESS next to the vigilant arya. )  

          There hasn’t been a moment in Jon’s entire life that he could remember feeling more RELIEVED of seeing the gates of WINTERFELL, rather than this moment. Home. He knows better than anyone, this is just the BEGINNING, however, he never got the opportunity to meet his siblings again since they returned. And Sansa. There isn’t a day Jon didin’t feel, somehow, GUILTY for leaving her, without his protection------- but he knew, leaving her in charge was the best he could’ve done. 

&. send ‘&’ for jon’s reaction to your muse tracing on his scars.    -    @sandsuh​

       his heart aches for a moment. ( longer than a moment, if he’s HONEST, the weight of leaving sitting heavy across the taut wire of solid shoulders; he does not want to go. ) the sound of her voice so low - a gesture, surely, one to make sure this stays between them both, damn littlefinger to the seven hells - running through his guts like a cramp from HUNGER.

               “  it won’t be for long.  “   he says, just as quiet and just as sorrowful. COME WITH ME, he almost asks, but there is no place for a stark in the south, there is no risk greater than sending the last trueborn child of eddard stark into the perilous SOUTHRON REACHES. and she wouldn’t come anyway. they fought so hard to come home, it is a terrible thing to be leaving it again. jon takes her hand in his, the warmth of her skin surprising in the bitter chill which settles around them. 

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