Notes: First fic for this ship and these characters. This challenge was really, uh, challenging because of these reasons and also because it made me portray Jon and Sansa in so many different ways - there will be ten of them in total. The drabbles are mostly unrelated to each other, with one exception a bit further down the line. Other than that, they're all standalones. Title taken from Pluto by Sleeping at Last, which also doubles as a background. All in all, this was an amazing journey; I hope it makes for a good read!
Day One: mountains | stone by stone | winterfell. 200 words.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do with this," Sansa said suddenly and her voice in the amicable silence that has reigned around them all morning was enough to startle Jon out of his focus. There were enough people helping them for the sounds of it all to melt into a quiet buzz and until now, Jon had been almost entirely immersed in his own task for the day – remaking the knocker for the front gates of the building.
He glanced up at her current work – she'd insisted on engraving their house's sigil into at least one of the stones that would eventually go into repairing the castle walls. They'd been cut out from the closest rocks they had been able to find for the sole purpose of making sure that when Winterfell was completely restored, everything in it would come from the North, and it was only natural for her to be having trouble, especially considering that she had never done anything of the sort before.
"Here," Jon said, leaning closer and adjusting her grip on the handle enough to make the angle easier to work with. "Just give yourself time."
Time. This, at least, they could afford.