the sword in the darkness
DISCLAIMER: Every character mentioned and anything in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire belongs to George R. R. Martin. I own nothing except the writing, and the italicised lines at the end are from A Storm of Swords.
5. stay
"You still keep that crow cloak o' yours."
Jon glanced up, and saw Ygritte staring at him with an unreadable look in her eyes. He swallowed, hesitating. "I do." He looked away, pulling his fingers through his hair and closing his eyes, haunted by the brothers he'd left behind. But he had a home here too, by her side.
He heard her walk over to him, her steps slow but steady, weighed down by the weight of his – of her – of their child, small and safe and snug in his mother's womb. She sat down, taking his jaw into her hand, forcing his face towards hers and kissing him hard for a few moments, before pulling back. She said nothing, simply staring at him, flitting her eyes over his features like she'd been doing a lot lately, as if he were going to leave her.
He wasn't. You're mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first, we'll live, she'd said. Yes. First we'll live, he'd said. That was a promise; one he intended to keep.