[ It has been a long time since last they spoke. Too long, by the estimations of Alayne's heart, but some wounds heal slower than others and Jon has been distracted by other matters besides. There is part of Alayne that does not wish to have their first words to one another after such an absence be at odds, but she must ask: ]
[Now that he is more practiced with his legs, Bran can move about the ship more freely than he could before--both when he was first learning to use them, and when he was forced to use the wheeled chair instead.
Today he has walked with purpose, with a thought to find Jon Snow. If his room should be empty, he will wait. There is a thought that weighs on him, heavy with purpose, a thought of wargs--and so he makes his way with Summer to Jon Snow's rooms, and knocks at the door.]
[ Ygritte is curled up on her side against him, nestled in the crook of his arm, her wavy red hair splayed out across his shoulder.
She remains awake, breathing quietly; she can tell he's not asleep either from the steady drum of his heart, which hasn't slowed yet with the telltale signs of slumber.
Turning her face she speaks quietly into his chest, a slim arm sliding around his waist. ]
[ with his usual routes committed to memory and aided by nymeria, finding jon is not so hard. arya runs up to him, her hands hiding something behind her back. her clothes are wet and sticking to her skinny frame with stray leaves tangled in her hair and clinging to her tunic. but she's grinning happily. when she reaches him, she holds out the flowers she risked life and limb for picked for him. ]
[ it's late. arya doesn't need to look at the time to know. the scratching of nymeria at the door woke her before her discomfort could. sleep lies heavy on her still, but she cannot reconcile it. it feels too hot. arya kicks the covers off her legs. it grants her some relief, if short-lived.
arya finds jon's shoulder in the dark, gives it a shake. ]
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voice; forward dated to 24.jul so i won't forget
Lord Commander. [ It should be a familiar voice, though Aragorn has only spoken to his fellow Ranger only once. A pause. ] May I ask a boon of you?
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Who is the wildling woman, Jon?
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Today he has walked with purpose, with a thought to find Jon Snow. If his room should be empty, he will wait. There is a thought that weighs on him, heavy with purpose, a thought of wargs--and so he makes his way with Summer to Jon Snow's rooms, and knocks at the door.]
YES OF COURSE
8) YAY
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I'm sorry, this is long overdue... action okay?
She remains awake, breathing quietly; she can tell he's not asleep either from the steady drum of his heart, which hasn't slowed yet with the telltale signs of slumber.
Turning her face she speaks quietly into his chest, a slim arm sliding around his waist. ]
...I was wrong 'bout you, Jon Snow.
yep!
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[ DID SHE DEFLOWER YOU CHECK BOX YES OR NO ]
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Do you know what a Innockulation is? I think it is important.
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You spoke with-- with the demon, the one that wore the woman's face that was not her own. I want to ask you of her.
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piddly ren fair encryption.
We see you watching, Sothron Stark encryption
yes this is also after his post js
And still permabadly encrypted
they tried.
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[ she knows he probably is, but still. Hi, Jon. ]
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[ with his usual routes committed to memory and aided by nymeria, finding jon is not so hard. arya runs up to him, her hands hiding something behind her back. her clothes are wet and sticking to her skinny frame with stray leaves tangled in her hair and clinging to her tunic. but she's grinning happily. when she reaches him, she holds out the flowers she
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[ it's late. arya doesn't need to look at the time to know. the scratching of nymeria at the door woke her before her discomfort could. sleep lies heavy on her still, but she cannot reconcile it. it feels too hot. arya kicks the covers off her legs. it grants her some relief, if short-lived.
arya finds jon's shoulder in the dark, gives it a shake. ]
Jon, it's hot. [ as if he needs to be informed. ]
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