greensight · game of thrones · house reed · wise · poetic · quiet · gentle · prophetic dreams · greywater watch
The peat of the riverbank swallows the sound of your shared steps as you find a dry patch amidst wildflowers of impossible hues. Jojen lies back, forearms supporting his head, sunlight framing his face in a way that makes him seem eons older than his sixteen years. His moss-green eyes flutter shut, the grassy scent of his skin mingling with the breeze between you. He opens them, looking up as you lean in, noses touching, his breath catching before your lips meet in the quiet embrace of the Neck.