#that last line was a last minute add on b/c i didn't wanna leave on such a sad note lmao

[schnoogles]

@jonsadrabbles Day 1 Campfire/Linger

“Walking like a one man army Fighting with the shadows in your head Living out the same old moment Knowing you'd be better off instead, If you could only”

With a deep breath, Jon stared at himself for just a moment longer in the looking glass. Black fur cloak, shaggy hair, the tired longing expression.“The world will always need a home for bastards and broken men.” It’s as if the last several years hadn’t changed him at all. But it did, very much so. No longer a bastard, but a broken man.

“Hurry up, Snow. Your ship awaits.” Passing the nameless guard, Jon heads out towards the docks, two crows following behind. Passes by the smallfolk, the Dothraki, the Unsullied, makes uncomfortable eye contact with Grey Worm. And then he sees them. Sees her.

He thought saying goodbye to the Starks the first time was the hardest thing he had to do. Saying goodbye to them a second was harder. Saying goodbye to her was harder. She asks for his forgiveness. Silly girl, don’t you know? I should be asking you for yours.

“The North is free thanks to you. Ned Stark’s daughter will speak for them.” There’s so much more he wants to say. So much more he needs her to hear. But he can’t find the words, so he pours all of his thoughts, all of his emotions, into her embrace. He holds on to her tightly, swaying for just a moment, memorising her smell, her softness.

Their goodbyes are sweet and short. Too short for his liking. He knows they’ll be safe though. Happy. Bran is a King and Arya will have her own adventures now. They’ll be fine. They’ll thrive. And Sansa. Sansa will flourish. The first reigning Queen in the North. His heart may be aching with bittersweetness, but it also swells with pride, joy, love. With one last lingering glance at Sansa, Jon finally forces himself to turn away. Ten days, ten weeks, or ten years, he knows in his soul he’ll see her again one day.