It was always cold on the Wall; that was how it was supposed to be. Even inside you still dressed in layers. You never knew when you might get called outside unexpectedly, and you had to be ready.
But Jon hadn't been ready for this. He saw now that he should have been - should have been wiser, should have been more careful. The blood that soaked him now was warm, and wrong, and his. Its loss made his head spin, thinking of another warmth he'd known, another wrong. Her words, his wounds; her hair, his blood:
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Date: 2012-02-03 04:32 am (UTC)>.>
It was always cold on the Wall; that was how it was supposed to be. Even inside you still dressed in layers. You never knew when you might get called outside unexpectedly, and you had to be ready.
But Jon hadn't been ready for this. He saw now that he should have been - should have been wiser, should have been more careful. The blood that soaked him now was warm, and wrong, and his. Its loss made his head spin, thinking of another warmth he'd known, another wrong. Her words, his wounds; her hair, his blood:
Kissed by fire...