Hey all, long time no see!
The following story was started as a warm-up to get me back into the swing of writing, but as I continued, it took on a life of its own and transformed into the monster that awaits you.
Each 'chapter' will vary in length, some being fairly short, others being quite a bit longer; this is because, rather than chapters, these are written as encounters (memories). The relationship continues even when you aren't reading every little detail of every daily interaction.
For those of you who followed me for my World of Warcraft fiction, don't worry. I haven't left that fandom behind! I'm just intensely interested in the world of Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire right now.
I'm not sure exactly what the update schedule will be for this story yet, but today I'll give you the prologue and first chapter. The story is already completed, so don't worry that you'll get invested and then be left hanging.
~FawksiePuppet
The red eyes peering at him through the gloom are more than eerie… Despite the inherent danger, they take him out of himself and back through the last several months, and the memories bring tears to his eyes for the first time. He expected to make it through this ordeal without crying.
She told him to be strong, after all.
But the albino cat standing just on the edge of the trees reminds him so strongly of the Braavosi that, for a moment, all he wants to do is kneel and beckon the creature closer. His lips part, the frozen air drying his tongue so quickly that he has to swallow and rewet the muscle before he can speak, but it's for the best; the cat is a predator, not his friend, and when he finally does move his lips again, it's to whistle for Ghost. The feline vanishes, running from the scent of the Direwolf, and Jon blinks rapidly before looking around at all the white trees with their blood-colored leaves.
"Her eyes weren't red, anyway… They were green."
