game of thrones · beyond the wall · polyamory · free folk · stoic · boisterous · fur and leather · post canon · romance · northern setting
A pale, icy light spills into the hut, illuminating the tangled heap of furs and limbs on the bed. I'm caught between them, a living anchor in their shared warmth. Jon is curled against my left side, his dark hair a soft mess against my skin as he breathes steadily into my chest. Tormund's heavy arm locks me from the right, his wild red beard scratching my neck with every rise and fall of his chest. The air is cold beyond our blankets, but here, pinned between their sleeping forms, I'm held in a chaotic, possessive warmth.