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thesphererp2021-02-06 09:45 pm
king_inthenorth) wrote in thesphererp2021-02-06 09:45 pm
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Memory share | You know nothing, Jon Snow
[cw: some swearing and crude language and talk about sex]
The ground is hard and cold, the landscape bleak; just rocky outcrops with an occasional clump of vegetation and the trace of snow. Jon and Ygritte, bundled up against the cold, are stretched out on a patch of grass. It's clear they slept there last night.
Jon stirs, and his hand moves, and something about this wakes up Ygritte, bound with ropes, who greets him with a, "Did you pull a knife on me in the night?" Jon realizes where his hand is and pulls away, then stands. He took an oath, and she's his prisoner, and this is the worst time for this to be happening. He's younger, without some of the scars that will later line his face. He hasn't quite made it out of boyhood yet, no matter what he says about it.
"What's the matter? That can't be the first time you've pressed your bone against a woman's ass," Ygritte's taunting continues, only it is, because this is closest he's ever been a woman.
"Let's move." He hopes he can cover any embarrassment that way, as he helps her off the ground.
"Oh it is the first time," Ygritte realizes. "How old are you, boy?"
"I'm a man, of the Night's Watch."
"You're a boy who's never been with a girl." Jon tries to hide his anger at the taunting as he loosens the ropes enough for her to walk. "Don't your stones start to hurt if your bone never gets -- "
But she doesn't get to finish her sentence as Jon continues to adjust the ropes. "Don't call them that."
"What, stones? Or bone?"
"Neither. Both." Ready to go, he picks up his sword. "Move!"
Ygritte, despite Jon's obvious annoyance, or perhaps because of it, won't give it up as they walk along, her now in front. "I heard they get all swollen and bruised if you don't use them. Course, maybe that's just what the lads say when they want me feeling sorry for them. As if I'd feel sorry for them." Unsatisfied with Jon's lack of response, she changes the subject. "Are there no girl Crows?"
"There are no women of the Night's Watch, no."
"So the lads just do it with each other?"
"No." With a sigh.
"Never?"
"Never. We swore an oath."
"And you have sheep at the Wall?" The look Jon gives her is all the answer she needs. "With your hands, then," in a tone suggesting she's disappointed in their lack of creativity. "No wonder you're all so miserable."
Jon pulls on the rope to get her to stop walking. "Would you please shut up?" These are his sworn brothers they're talking about.
All it earns him from Ygritte is a mocking tone. "Would you please shut up? You think you're better than me, Crow. I'm a free woman -- ."
Jon glances down at the ropes. "You're a free woman?"
"I might be your prisoner, but I'm a free woman," Ygritte insists.
"If you're my prisoner, you're not a free woman. That's what 'prisoner' means."
"And you think you're free. You swore some stupid oath and now you can never touch a girl."
"It was my choice to say the words."
"So you don't like girls."
"Of course I like girls."
"But you chose never to touch them."
"That's the price you pay if you want to be a man of the Night's Watch." Things had been different back when he had wanted that.
"So instead of getting naked with a girl, you prefer to invade our land -- "
Jon cuts her off before she can finish her thought. "Invade your land?! Wildlings raid our lands all the time. Some of them tried to kill my little brother, a crippled boy!"
"They're not your lands! We've been here the whole time! You lot came along and just put up a big wall and said it was yours."
"My father was Ned Stark. I have the blood of the First Men. My ancestors lived here, same as yours."
Ygritte's reply isn't immediate, pausing to let her words sink in. "So why are you fightin' us?"
Jon has no answer, and Ygritte turns and continues to walk on, Jon soon following her.
Ygritte isn't willing to give the conversation up. "You think we're savages because we don't live in stone castles. We can't make steel as good as yours, it's true, but we're free. If someone tried to tell us we couldn't lie down as man and woman, we'd shove a spear up his ass. We don't go serving some shit king who's only king because his father was."
"No. No, you serve Mance Rayder, the King-Beyond-the Wall."
"We chose Mance Rayder to lead us. He was a Crow, same as you. But he wanted to be free. You could be free, too. You don't need to live your whole life taking commands from old men. Wake up when you want to wake up. I could show you the streams to fish, the woods to hunt. Build yourself a cabin and find yourself a woman to lie with in the night." Jon listens, doing his best to tell himself that the words don't have any appeal, that it wouldn't be nice to get away from the rigid rules of Westeros for awhile. "You're a pretty lad. Girls would claw each other's eyes out to get naked with you."
Jon won't give in. "Walk."
Ygritte doesn't. "I could teach you how to do it."
"I know how to do it."
Ygritte doesn't seem to believe him. "You know nothing, Jon Snow." Having told him so, Ygritte starts to walk again.
"You don't know, do you? Do you even know where they are?" His brothers, the ones he came out here with and is trying to find again.
"We're close." He sounds annoyed now.
"What do you think they'll say when they hear about you and me?"
"Nothing happened between you and me."
Her tone is mocking again. "I swear it, old master king Crow sir, we were only close together for warmth. And then I felt it, right up against me backside. I can show you the bruise on me tailbone. And before I knew what was where, his -- his -- well it was all out in the open, all angry, as you like, and I didn't want to want it, but oh, I did, and he spread me legs and -- ruined. The shame of it. Now I can never marry a perfumed lord. What will my savage father say?"
"Turn back around."
"And I thought that we were done, but he said, 'Turn back around.'" There's another pause. "I'll tell you what, Jon Snow. Since it's gonna be your word against mine, and since you can't talk about it without blushing, we may as well just..." She leaves the suggestion unfinished.
Jon indicates the spot they're standing on. "What, right here in the muck?"
"Oh, I'll keep you warm enough."
Jon balks at the suggestion, bringing out Ygritte's mocking tone again. "Are you that afraid of it?"
"That's enough."
"It's nice. And wet. And warm."
"Enough."
"It don't have teeth." She approaches, closer and closer, only backing down when Jon threatens to draw his sword. "Alright. Alright." She backs up, her hands half raised in surrender. "Gods you're dull."
She pulls on the rope, knocking Jon into the mud, and takes off running up the hill behind her. By the time Jon pushes himself up out of the puddle to run after her, sword drawn, she has disappeared behind an outcropping. The end of the rope is in front of him. He bends down to pick it up, until a whistle draws his attention. He straightens up, only to find himself surrounded by wildlings looking down on him from ridges on all sides.
Ygritte can't resist getting one last crack in. "Should've took me while you had the chance."
The ground is hard and cold, the landscape bleak; just rocky outcrops with an occasional clump of vegetation and the trace of snow. Jon and Ygritte, bundled up against the cold, are stretched out on a patch of grass. It's clear they slept there last night.
Jon stirs, and his hand moves, and something about this wakes up Ygritte, bound with ropes, who greets him with a, "Did you pull a knife on me in the night?" Jon realizes where his hand is and pulls away, then stands. He took an oath, and she's his prisoner, and this is the worst time for this to be happening. He's younger, without some of the scars that will later line his face. He hasn't quite made it out of boyhood yet, no matter what he says about it.
"What's the matter? That can't be the first time you've pressed your bone against a woman's ass," Ygritte's taunting continues, only it is, because this is closest he's ever been a woman.
"Let's move." He hopes he can cover any embarrassment that way, as he helps her off the ground.
"Oh it is the first time," Ygritte realizes. "How old are you, boy?"
"I'm a man, of the Night's Watch."
"You're a boy who's never been with a girl." Jon tries to hide his anger at the taunting as he loosens the ropes enough for her to walk. "Don't your stones start to hurt if your bone never gets -- "
But she doesn't get to finish her sentence as Jon continues to adjust the ropes. "Don't call them that."
"What, stones? Or bone?"
"Neither. Both." Ready to go, he picks up his sword. "Move!"
Ygritte, despite Jon's obvious annoyance, or perhaps because of it, won't give it up as they walk along, her now in front. "I heard they get all swollen and bruised if you don't use them. Course, maybe that's just what the lads say when they want me feeling sorry for them. As if I'd feel sorry for them." Unsatisfied with Jon's lack of response, she changes the subject. "Are there no girl Crows?"
"There are no women of the Night's Watch, no."
"So the lads just do it with each other?"
"No." With a sigh.
"Never?"
"Never. We swore an oath."
"And you have sheep at the Wall?" The look Jon gives her is all the answer she needs. "With your hands, then," in a tone suggesting she's disappointed in their lack of creativity. "No wonder you're all so miserable."
Jon pulls on the rope to get her to stop walking. "Would you please shut up?" These are his sworn brothers they're talking about.
All it earns him from Ygritte is a mocking tone. "Would you please shut up? You think you're better than me, Crow. I'm a free woman -- ."
Jon glances down at the ropes. "You're a free woman?"
"I might be your prisoner, but I'm a free woman," Ygritte insists.
"If you're my prisoner, you're not a free woman. That's what 'prisoner' means."
"And you think you're free. You swore some stupid oath and now you can never touch a girl."
"It was my choice to say the words."
"So you don't like girls."
"Of course I like girls."
"But you chose never to touch them."
"That's the price you pay if you want to be a man of the Night's Watch." Things had been different back when he had wanted that.
"So instead of getting naked with a girl, you prefer to invade our land -- "
Jon cuts her off before she can finish her thought. "Invade your land?! Wildlings raid our lands all the time. Some of them tried to kill my little brother, a crippled boy!"
"They're not your lands! We've been here the whole time! You lot came along and just put up a big wall and said it was yours."
"My father was Ned Stark. I have the blood of the First Men. My ancestors lived here, same as yours."
Ygritte's reply isn't immediate, pausing to let her words sink in. "So why are you fightin' us?"
Jon has no answer, and Ygritte turns and continues to walk on, Jon soon following her.
Ygritte isn't willing to give the conversation up. "You think we're savages because we don't live in stone castles. We can't make steel as good as yours, it's true, but we're free. If someone tried to tell us we couldn't lie down as man and woman, we'd shove a spear up his ass. We don't go serving some shit king who's only king because his father was."
"No. No, you serve Mance Rayder, the King-Beyond-the Wall."
"We chose Mance Rayder to lead us. He was a Crow, same as you. But he wanted to be free. You could be free, too. You don't need to live your whole life taking commands from old men. Wake up when you want to wake up. I could show you the streams to fish, the woods to hunt. Build yourself a cabin and find yourself a woman to lie with in the night." Jon listens, doing his best to tell himself that the words don't have any appeal, that it wouldn't be nice to get away from the rigid rules of Westeros for awhile. "You're a pretty lad. Girls would claw each other's eyes out to get naked with you."
Jon won't give in. "Walk."
Ygritte doesn't. "I could teach you how to do it."
"I know how to do it."
Ygritte doesn't seem to believe him. "You know nothing, Jon Snow." Having told him so, Ygritte starts to walk again.
"You don't know, do you? Do you even know where they are?" His brothers, the ones he came out here with and is trying to find again.
"We're close." He sounds annoyed now.
"What do you think they'll say when they hear about you and me?"
"Nothing happened between you and me."
Her tone is mocking again. "I swear it, old master king Crow sir, we were only close together for warmth. And then I felt it, right up against me backside. I can show you the bruise on me tailbone. And before I knew what was where, his -- his -- well it was all out in the open, all angry, as you like, and I didn't want to want it, but oh, I did, and he spread me legs and -- ruined. The shame of it. Now I can never marry a perfumed lord. What will my savage father say?"
"Turn back around."
"And I thought that we were done, but he said, 'Turn back around.'" There's another pause. "I'll tell you what, Jon Snow. Since it's gonna be your word against mine, and since you can't talk about it without blushing, we may as well just..." She leaves the suggestion unfinished.
Jon indicates the spot they're standing on. "What, right here in the muck?"
"Oh, I'll keep you warm enough."
Jon balks at the suggestion, bringing out Ygritte's mocking tone again. "Are you that afraid of it?"
"That's enough."
"It's nice. And wet. And warm."
"Enough."
"It don't have teeth." She approaches, closer and closer, only backing down when Jon threatens to draw his sword. "Alright. Alright." She backs up, her hands half raised in surrender. "Gods you're dull."
She pulls on the rope, knocking Jon into the mud, and takes off running up the hill behind her. By the time Jon pushes himself up out of the puddle to run after her, sword drawn, she has disappeared behind an outcropping. The end of the rope is in front of him. He bends down to pick it up, until a whistle draws his attention. He straightens up, only to find himself surrounded by wildlings looking down on him from ridges on all sides.
Ygritte can't resist getting one last crack in. "Should've took me while you had the chance."
Video/Semi-Action since they live together
You turned so red!
We do not talk about these things often. Do you still turn red?
[A bear.]
I have spoken with Sansa about it and she seems comfortable enough. Is it just men in Westeros? Perhaps I could ask Robb or your father?
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[There's no trace of red on his face. His time with Ygritte had gotten him past that particular shyness in a hurry.]
no subject
[Which she's answered.]
And I admitted that I am eager for you too, which I am sure you know.
Should I have not answered?
no subject
[He can't help it; he's curious now.] What did you tell her?
[And then, because he feels like he should admit it:]
Men talk about it too.
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What do you say?
[Inesa hums softly as she considers Jon speaking to his brother or a friend about her. Something about that thought makes her a little happy.]
I'll tell you if you tell me.
no subject
[He's come a long way, but there are still some things he can't talk about.]
But yes, sometimes we have conversations with you in them.
video; un: quietwolf
[ A look at Jon that was knowing. Jon was not so mysterious that it wasn't apparent he'd liked the girl in spite of himself. ]
You knew more than she thought. Between growing up with Theon for a foster brother, and our talks.
[ You know. Jon's favorite talks. The ones about honoring women and leaving no bastards and breaking no hearts. ]
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[He had tried so hard not to like her, to stick to his oath, but in the end, he doesn't regret his time with her. He just wishes it could have ended differently.]
She enjoyed telling me all the things I didn't know.