The Figure walked feebly, its cloak dragging hesitantly across the earth, just likes it's owner. Leaves cracked beneath its feet, flicking specks of frost up in every direction about her feet. Then they would fall like fresh snow, back to the ground with solitary grace. Moments later the trees came to a painful end and she could see everything. Almost.
The girl ran, stumbling frequently as she fought to reach the top of the rise. A sudden gust of wind halted her momentarily, tugging the powder blue hood back from her face to reveal the tangled auburn hair beneath, flickering wildly like fire. The only warmth in evidence for miles around. In a rush of longing and bitter nostalgia she came bursting across the top of the small hill. And everything was painful…and glorious.
It was a ruin, but that was not what she saw. What she saw was hope and dreams and…and…youth. There was noise. There was silence. There was the solace of a warmth that would fold itself gently into her, right to the core. Warmth that not even the Gods could freeze from her bones. There was conflict. There was fear, but a girl's fear. An anticipation of what was to come. She could see it all, feel it all. Almost taste the cool summer snow on her tongue.
She felt a hand at bottom of her back, making her gasp and close her eyes at the rush of warmth that spread from that spot…and the jolt deep in her stomach that his touch still gave her. She drew her companion's arms around her thin frame, sighing into his body with content.
'We can do this. We can' she felt the nod from the man behind her and turned a puzzled face up to his. His expression was stony, unreadable, but she saw grief buried deep in the lines around his dark eyes. Another thing she would have to rebuild; his happiness. She tilted her chin, brushing her lips softly across his, waiting for his permission. His affirmation. He responded; pulling her around to face him as her hands found his hair. She let the kiss engulf her and when they both pulled away, each was pink cheeked and gasping.
'I know Sansa…I know' he let his brow press against her own, his voice husky, weak. But so familiar. She sighed. For once all seemed well. She met his eyes again, sharp blue into deep brown. There was love. There was comfort. There was Jon Snow's smile.