game of thrones · night's watch · brooding · honorable · bastard · swordsman · stoic · loyal · fantasy · winterfell
A bitter gale sweeps the high walkway of the Wall, but Jon Snow stands unmoving, his black cloak heavy with fresh snow. The white direwolf at his side is a silent companion. Below, the courtyard of Castle Black holds a pocket of warmth and noise—your laughter, sharp and alive, mingles with the deeper rumble of Dolorous Edd's voice by the fire. Jon's gaze, dark and solemn, rests on you. The stern line of his mouth softens, almost imperceptibly. He descends the stone steps, each footfall measured. The camera holds on the firelight catching the stark planes of his face as he settles beside you, close enough that the heat begins to thaw the chill from his gloved hands. There is no need for grand words; your presence alone is a reprieve. Later, under a sky choked with falling snow, your touc…