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Jan. 9th, 2014 01:53 pm
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (and the laughter of its people)
[Jesse is gone. Her pack is abandoning her again, and though she knows her first pack, her first family are dead and gone, she knows just as well that time and death mean nothing to the Admiral. He can show her them. He can show her all of them.

Maybe he can show her Jesse, too.]

If you know someone named Nan, or Nymeria, or Weasel or Salty or Cat or Beth or Underfoot or Arry or even Arya Stark--

[She chews on her lip, knows she's doing it and doesn't care enough to make herself stop.]

I'm here. Who can hear me?
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When at last she slept, she dreamed of home. The kingsroad wound its way past Winterfell on its way to the Wall, and Yoren had promised he'd leave her there with no one any wiser about who she'd been. She yearned to see her mother again, and Robb and Bran and Rickon...But it was Jon Snow she thought of most. She wished somehow they could come to the Wall before Winterfell, so Jon might muss up her hair and call her "little sister." She'd tell him, "I missed you," and he'd say it too at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. She would have liked that. She would have liked that better than anything.
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