It begins with a glance in his way, and
a gaze in hers.
He holds her in his arms
as she weeps over
the still form of the child:
the wild brother.
He holds her in his arms
for the nights that follow.
He holds her in his arms
as he held her the first time
she came to Castle Black:
tightly,
as though she is all
he has left of the life
that once was.
Perhaps she is.

When he returns
he is a shell of a man,
all flesh and bone and hollow stares.
She holds him in her arms
as he weeps over
the child he swore to take home:
the lost brother.
She holds him in her arms
for the years that follow.
She holds him in her arms
as she held him the first time
she came to Castle Black:
tightly,
as though he is all
she had left of the life
that once was.
And he is.

(A Jon/Sansa fanmix)

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