Day 5 – Winterfell / the Wall
Open your eyes
It's been six days since Sansa's arrival at Castle Black when Jon takes her to the top of the Wall.
She had come to him looking ragged and torn, fleeing yet another marriage being forced upon her by men who had no such right, and the days since had been spent mostly in each other's company, sharing memories and experiences and getting to know one another in a way it saddens Jon to admit neither had ever cared to do before.
He takes her up there to try to lighten her spirits after a particularly brutal night spent recollecting their earlier days away from home, Jon's own disillusionment with the reality of the Night's Watch paling in comparison to her tale of Lady's horrifying death.
She grumbles under her breath on the way up, snarks about the biting cold and the early hour and stupid brothers with little sense whatsoever, and Jon smiles with fondness at the small glimpse of the spoiled child she once was.
But once they arrive at the top her grumbling stops and she is stunned into silence.
The sun is beginning to rise over the frozen lands and Jon keeps a careful hand around her waist as she stumbles her way to the very edge.
The color of the clear sky is no match to the blue of her widened eyes as she watches in awe the first few rays of sunlight alight the snow in hues of soft pink and gold. Her auburn locks seem to catch fire, a river of molten copper down her back, brushing softly against his hand, and Jon's breath catches in his suddenly dry throat. He has always known his sister was beautiful but this is the first time he feels as though he's truly seeing it.
She parts her mouth and the frigid air moistens with the breath that passes between her pink lips and gods… his body stirs at the sight of her.
Jon swallows, stunned as the realization hits him just as she turns to give him a brilliant smile.
Fuck.