I wasn't scared of dieing. I had done it before and the scary uncertainty of death was cleared. I was reincarnated, but I was a selfish thing and I would rather die then lose someone to death. I clung on to these people in desperation fearing if I let go they would be gone forever. This world was cruel and it would take them from me, nightmares plagued me of what the future could hold.
The first year of my new life was mostly disorienting and cold. I fluttered in and out of consciousness in those early months clinging to the small bundle next to me. Slowly my fuzzy vision cleared, time between sleep extended, and my limbs were a little more coordinated instead of a flaying mess.
I spent most of my infancy in one room only seeing four people. The first was the other child that slept in the crib with me, I spent my time mindlessly babbling to him and him to me. We spent our days babbling and wiggling on a fur rug weak limbs pushing us up in attempts to crawl. Playing with wooden toys with shrieks as we flailed are arms around.
The second was a women that was rather plain looking and plump that took care of us. Her presence confused me the most in those early years she took care of us, but their was no real warmth to it. At first I thought she was our mother with a serious case of postpartum depression and that was the reason she was not acting like a mother should. I would later learn that she was a wet nurse that took care of my brother and I.
The third was an old women with thin hair and a toothless mouth named Nan. When our wet nurse would leave to do what ever else she did Old Nan would step in to watch us. She would bring something for us, a snack when we were old enough to handle it, or something to teeth on. Her gifts were quite appreciated especially when teeth started to form. She also enjoyed telling stories of heroes, ice dragons, Night's King, children of the forest and the rat cook. While interesting I was concern on how appropriate these stories were for children.
The fourth person was the only man who visited us with a long face, gray eyes, dark brown hair, and a beard. He would visit us at least once a day quietly dismissing our wet nurse or old Nan who ever was watching us at the time. He was a quite man that watched us with sad eyes and a sad smile. When he did speak he would gather us in his arms his voice low and titled with an accent. I enjoyed his voice the most even if he spoke in a whisper it was always strong and soothing. More often then not my brother and I would find our eyes fluttering close as he held us and spoke to us.
I was content to enjoy my little world and the four people that inhabited it. It was easy to bask in the simplicity of it all at let it sooth my soul.
AN:So here's an SI Jon Snow twin fic of game of thrones warning I have no beta. Also even when going over my writing I have a tendency to fix it in my head and forget to type it out.
So... sorry?