Title: Final goodbye
Fandom: ASOIAF
Characters/Pairings: Jon/Ygritte, Donal, Pyp, Grenn
Words: 471
Rating: K+
Summary: She was kissed by fire; it was only natural that she died in its' burning arms.
Warnings: Spoilers for A Storm of Swords. Also, it's shorter than I had originally wanted, but I can't do much more than that now... enjoy it anyway, please.
The Wall was still in danger. That much, Jon knew. Mance Rayder was still heading to the south of the Wall, and nothing was going to stop him if the Wall couldn't. It was an important task, but what he had to do tonight was important as well. And for once, the fighting would have to wait.
"Do whatever you want, Snow" Donal had said. "As long as it's not changing sides, I will not say anything."
And with those words, his sworn brother had left him. Indirectly, it was an approval, and Jon thanked him for it.
At night, it was during his shift that he asked Grenn to help him up (he would've done it alone, but his leg was still recovering, and he couldn't move much on his own) and accompany him somewhere. His friend didn't say much against it, but unfortunately on their way they ran into Pypar, and he did ask what was going on.
After yesterday's battle, he had kept her body aside. She had died on his arms, the first and so far only woman he had truly loved, and he was not going to allow the other men of the Night's Watch to toss her into a pit like they did with Styr and all the other wildlings. No, she didn't deserve that.
Which is why he was here tonight, with a torch on his hand, helped by Grenn to reach her corpse. Her body was mostly intact, except for the arrow wound that had claimed her life. He had never tried to find out who had shot that arrow, he knew it didn't matter now. In the heat of the battle, to his brothers, she was an enemy, a threat, and she had to be put down. He couldn't do anything about that.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Jon?" asked Grenn, as Pyp proceeded to pour the liquid over her.
"She was 'kissed by fire'" replied Jon Snow. "That's what the wildlings said about redheads; it's supposed to mean they'll be lucky" and she had been so lucky that she's now dead, he thought with bitter sarcasm. "So this is how she'd have wanted to go down."
And with that said, he tossed the torch to light Ygritte's body.
The wildling woman's body caught on fire rapidly. It spread from her robes, which were the first to light up, onto her skin, her face, her hair... it looked brighter than ever, she truly was kissed by fire right now. It wasn't, however, as bright as when she was alive, when she came up to him with that beautiful smile and said, between laughs, 'you know nothing, Jon Snow...'
"You were right, Ygritte" he whispered, clenching his fist. "But now I know. It's too late, but I know now... goodbye..."
