Her Red Hair in the Breeze
Chapter one- Together
Author notes- Set during season six so spoilers. Warning will contain incest.
Sansa was so close she could see the tall halls of castle black. With the sight so close it felt to disappear as a cloud, more and more she wanted to be there. Finally arriving after so much time the door opened gradually and she entered, she looked for her brother. Finding him she felt a sense of joy surge through her. A joy she had not felt since she was only a girl. A joy she desired to feel again. She watched as he stepped from the stairs staring at her. They walked to one another until they embraced each other, forgetting about everything, everyone, finally being together after so many years.
The two left the courtyard to a small stuffy room, just the two of them. She knew much about the castle black but still the place was a hell hole. It mattered in the least, she was with, her family, someone she knew once, her brother, Jon. The room was silent as she felt his eyes on her, a beautiful dream. More than content to be with someone she loved. The fire crackled in silence as the two sat comfortably warm.
"I've lost what it felt to be happy." She stated.
"Me too. But I'm glad you're here." He said.
"It's been so long. I remember you being so much shorter." she replied and Jon laughed.
"Your even taller." Jon stated. The two kept each other's company all day until the sun fell.
That night-
Jon laid deep in his bed, the only lit touches keeping his room lightly ignited. Abruptly, there was a sound at the door breaking him from his own thoughts. Sitting up he saw the door slowly open as Sansa stark edged her way and walked into the room, with a look of hope.
"Sansa, what are you doing at this hour?" He asked rubbing his eyes, looking at his sister.
"I couldn't fall asleep." She lied as an excuse. There was a long pause of awkward silence neither knowing what to say. Sansa walked forward. After all this time she wanted to be close to someone she cared for, for someone she knew before her life turned to shit. What she wanted was on the tip of her tongue but she felt awkward to ask.
Jon stared at her as she stood there awkwardly. "I wanted to share your bed if you didn't mind?" She asked.
"You want to share my bed." His brain ticked on and he could see the hope in her eyes. He pulled the blanket over and she walked closer. Disrobing until she was wearing her night clothes. He scooted over and she laid down. Jon pulled the blanket over them. Another awkward silence passed. The only sound was of the fire.
"I have difficulty sleeping as of late." He said both looking at the ceiling not making any eye contact.
"Me too."
"Sometimes I have dream where father is there and everything is alright." She turned over on her side, facing him. Their eyes stared in the others, eyes once gone. "Sometimes you were there." He told as soft as a whisper. She said looking at him.
"I have dreams as well there was always one dream that stood out above the rest." He said unclear. Sansa stared at her brother for a moment.
"When I first came to castle black I hated it here. No one talked to me, it was cold as ice. I would dream every night."
"What did you dream of?" she asked wanting to know.
"I dreamed of Winterfell only no one was there. I would run all over the place screaming for Robb or father bran and Arya. I felt alone scared even then for some reason I yelled your name as hard as I could I still remember the echo ringing throughout the hall. The moment I screamed your name I turned the hall and there you were rushing up to me with a look of concern.
"You asked me if everything is ok, you even said my name. I felt so alone. I remember all I did was embrace you and held you tight like I would never see you again. Then that's when I awoke…" He swallowed for a second. "But, I would think about that dream on long days. I would ask myself why her, why my sister who hated me, who called me her half brother who always loathed me with those piercing eyes. Days I would shake it from my head, but other days I dreamed I would hear your voice again, see your long hair or." He paused. "Even touch you, I wished that many times." He confessed Sansa had a look of shock. he thought of me? Without thought her hand found his.
"I'm sorry for being the sister I was." she said. Jon shook his head.
"You were right, I'm not your brother, I'm your half brother." He stated.
"No." she yelled at him in urgency. "You are my brother Jon." She told without a denial in her brain. He smiled at her and she returned it. But that wasn't enough for Sansa she didn't just want his touch she wanted more, what she wanted was to fell his lips against hers.
