Twisted Love

The sky was bright as the moon beat down on the Wolfswood for once in quite some time. Moonlight filled the once dark sky, while the streams were low. It was unlike all the north perceived in a time, as the snow melted, the air was fresh and warm. The warmth filled the air as the sky was bright pouring down, basking the world with the light on the Wolfswood.

The wood was green, with a soft layer of snow, the air was silent. The moon was white silver; behind its veil, it illuminated. The first of the autumn crickets had come to sing. Most leaves were dry and brittle as the wind howled. Among the snow a young Jon laid, his head against the soft padding, gazing up at the stars as always. Alone in the darkness, his family was far asleep. With the time he gazed at the stars, so many filled the vast sky.

Without knowing Sansa arose from the darkness, up to a tree watching him from a far. On more than one occasion she found him sneaking out into the wolfswood, questioning what he was up to. Moving to him slowly without a pause her leather souled shoes crouching against the snow. She shivered as she tightened the cloak around her body. She approached, small shuffling steps. Reaching him, looking down she blocked his view, eclipsing the sky.

Jon found his sister's auburn before him and without thought he stood up before her. "What are you doing?" Jon abruptly asked confused, seeing his younger sister before him in her dark cloak. The moon against her face.

"I wanted to know why you spend each night here. You sneak from home without anyone knowing, every night?" She asked as the sun sunk below the horizon he left Winterfell outside the walls to unknown.

"You wouldn't care." He quickly responded, sure she was here with some other intent. "You won't tell your mother? Will you."

"No I won't. I want to know why you're here by yourself." For a moment he did not answer.

"I'm gazing at the stars." He said with a slight smile.

"The stars?" She asked taking a step closer.

"There's millions in the sky every night. Places far from here in the woods, I can gaze at every one." Sansa smiled at his warmth.

"Can I join you?" Jon was reluctant for a moment not sure why she would when she always stirred far from him. Or pierced him with her eyes. Only "half-brother" spoken. But looking back up her smile was genuine and bright.

"I guess. If you want." Jon laid down as Sansa followed, close to him. Sansa trailed her brother's eyes up to the endless sky. Gazing her brother she saw his eyes lit.

"Up there is no limit and endless possibilities." He declared with a certain splendor.

"I see darkness." Sansa stated. Jon looked over at her and frowned.

"There's so much more, the stars are different with life. They remained above all else and remind myself how small I am. While how bright and beautiful the sky can be."

"What's up there?"

"No one knows, it's like west."

"West?" She questioned.

"No one can tell what's west. Ships crash among the waves before they return." Sansa turned her head looking at him seeing his face with a bright smile. "One day I will scale them."

"You will scale the west. You can't even scale the north."

"You'll see sister." He stated as she screwed her face up at him. A long silence followed as the two simply gazed among the speckled stars. After staring they left the forest, towards home.

"Want to play king's and queen's." His voice was soft and she sought to persist close.

"Kings and queens?"

"Yeah. I will be a king and you be a queen."

"Ok. What do we do?" She spoke tender in her voice.

"We rule our vast kingdom. The realms all bow down before us." He said with a bright smile. As Sansa stared at her brother never seeing him so full with life. Most days he sulked by himself.

"What kingdom?" She asked looking back and forth at the snow. Nothing glimpsed her eyesight but trees and leaves.

"Use your imagination. Our castle before us, several tall stories reaching the sky, the largest in all the realm. Among the depths with knights whom own allegiance to us, with us. We will be Targaryen's."

"Targaryen's marry their own blood." Sansa stated. Jon huffed at his sister.

"Fine, we will be Baratheon's." He said displeased.

"Let's be Starks." She declared with a smile.

"I will be a Targaryen, and you will be a stark." Sansa smiled brightly.

"Ok. A dragon and a wolf, no army would be stronger." She said as the cold wind blew against their faces.

-Years later

To the West, fire. The blazing vermillion corona of the sun as it seared towards the horizon, scorching the clouds before it a marble of flaming fire scarlet and burnt charcoal grey. Jon was back in the winterfell crypts. The pained voice's filled his mind. "He did not belong." They repeated, the voices searing into his brain. Tired of this madness, he ran. Far from the crypts ascending back to winterfell back to a safety as he sprinted through the halls his heart was struck. His yell filled the halls and numbness. Ringing for no one to answer him. Franticly he sprinted down the filth filled halls, nothing graced the ghosts that were not there, nothing only dust remained at his feet. Running back and forth no one graced his sight as his mind was filled with worry. Turning the final corner, he ran into his sister bumping against her.

"What is it Jon?" She asked concern in her face. For a long moment, longer than it should have been, he stared at her. Realizing she was before him, her long auburn hair just as he remembered. Without thinking arms wrapped around her holding her tight. The only safety he felt in years. Her warmth filled him as he held onto her.

"What is it brother?" She asked again gently. He awoke suddenly, in cold and dread. The air was heavy. Jon leaned forward finding the dark cell far beneath the seven hundred foot wall. The shadows fell closer around him, suffocating him. He was drenched in his own sweat. Only in his mind Sansa endured. Years since he saw her, or received her voice. Standing form the cot he found Ghost laying before him. The cell felt colder, he was alone no one but his wolf. As he gazed the faceless walls he wondered where she was, how she was. The thoughts of her voice remained so bright and vivid. He desired to hear it again.

-With Sansa

The morning was cold but dark, the moon shining down from a hard sky. Deep in the red keep Sansa stared out the window, she sat alone gazing the darkness again. The stars were out and bright. No longer did she feel the cloth in her hand, her fingers numb as the tears dripped from her cheeks. Her brother was dead, as was her family. Sansa felt the tears drip down her cheeks, the thought of her brother laying among the rest of her family. Never would she see anyone again, a wolf without a pack. A lone wolf dies in the snow. She remembered her father's voice.