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[kindlings]

[ She presses a smile against his skin. ]

Seem's though you do know something, 'fter all.

[wolfinthesnow]

[He laughs - it's genuine, it's deep]

Aye, I do.

[kindlings]

[ She likes that sound, immensely. She's only heard him laugh a few times, and it warms her like the sun—almost as much as being next to him does.

But, she still has some questions. ]


'M glad you've proven me wrong...I'd started t' think you'd gone off an' made promises t' that pretty Southron girl—the one with th' hints of fire in 'er hair.

[wolfinthesnow]

You mean-

Alayne?

[There is a hint of horror in Jon's voice]

[kindlings]

[ Alayne. A snooty highborn name if Ygritte'd ever heard one.

She shrugs, turning her head to look up into his face, questioningly. ]


I spoke t' her. She knows you, well 'nough.


[ And Ygritte knows him well enough to know of his general unfamiliarity with women. ]

[wolfinthesnow]

[He's just.

His brain.

He doesn't know if he should laugh or cry]

She is more like a sister - a very poor sister with whom I don't particularly get on with - than she would be -

I would never court Alayne Stone.

[Or Sansa Stark, for that matter.]

[kindlings]

Like a sister? [ Ygritte's nose wrinkles slightly. Okay, now, that's just confusing, Jon Snow. ]

'F she's like a sister t'you, I don't think you'd be saying she's a poor one.

[ After all, she hadn't been related to her clansman Longspear, but he was every much a brother to her as if he had been blood. And she doesn't think Jon has any clansmen, per se, unless you counted the Black Brothers of the Night's Watch...but she remembers how easily he slew Qhorin the Halfhand, so there goes that notion. ]

[wolfinthesnow]

I'm not courting her.

Ever.

[Ew.]

[kindlings]

[ She still doesn't understand the nuance of having a sibling you're not close to—but she's willing to put that aside, for now.

She pinches him—albeit gently—while still smiling, her voice lilting with sarcasm. ]

As y'like, m'Lord Crow. No one's sayin' elsewise.

[wolfinthesnow]

[A very slight huff of breath]

Well, as long as we both understand.

[kindlings]

Aye, I understand.

[ She understands what that little huff meant, too, and still grinning she pinches him again, this time not as lightly. ]

I understand you can be a bit o' a tyrant when y'want to, Jon Snow.

[wolfinthesnow]

I'm no tyrant.

[kindlings]

[ She pulls her hand away from teasing him. ]

Mayhaps it's in your blood. Y' are related t' the King in th' North, 'fter all.

[wolfinthesnow]

[He tugs her up for a kiss]

Let's not speak of my brother here, Ygritte.

[kindlings]

[ She pulls away from it, holding herself back to look at him. ]

What's th' matter? No mood for teasing, today?

[wolfinthesnow]

Do you want to speak of your family when we are so close?

[kindlings]

[ Ygritte gives him a shrug, propping herself up on an elbow. ]

Naught t' speak of—they're all dead.

[ Her eyes and her voice are hard, but not in anger—it's simply pragmatic fact. ]

Wouldn't matter 'f I did, though, would it? Don't see the shame in it.

[wolfinthesnow]

Tis not shame. It is simply something I'd not speak of with you here.

[Come on stop prying.]

[kindlings]

[ She really doesn't understand; looking at him archly, now. ]


...Why not?

[wolfinthesnow]

Because I do not wish to speak of them.

[kindlings]

[ Ygritte gives him a long, hard, calculating look...and finally the realization dawns on her. ]


...You don't want them t' find out about us. D'you?

[wolfinthesnow]

[Yes. But he doesn't say that. He simply looks down at her.]

This is complicated.

[kindlings]

[ Treading on dangerous ground here, Jon Snow. She narrows her eyes. ]

...It is, if that's the way y'feel 'bout it.

I already talked to your brother, Robb Stark. [ You know, that brother whose name you don't want her mentioning in your presence? ]

[wolfinthesnow]

[Not in her presence.

Just while in bed.]

Why?

[kindlings]

He asked me why I wanted t' talk t' you. I told him true.