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killtheboy[It's been a while since Jon first arrived here, unconscious and bleeding from several arrow wounds. For most of this, Jon hasn't really been aware of anything. Between waking and drifting off again he's realised that something seems off, but he's been too delirious to make any sense of it. Vaguely, he's sensed that he hasn't heard a familiar voice for a while. Only one- a woman, which is strange enough on its own. There are no women in the Night's Watch. Every so often he thinks he hears the soft padding of feet that wander into the room and stop beside him, and he's felt hot breath on his hand a few times.
Today, Jon seems to come around finally. He blinks at the unfamiliar walls, before struggling to sit up. He's clad in only his breeches, and there are clean bandages wrapped snugly around his torso and his leg. When he touches at his face, he feels the wounds on his skin that will surely scar. This isn't the first time he's thanked the gods that he still has his eyes. His vision is slightly blurry, but there is no mistaking the large white shape to his right when he looks around. Ghost. He nearly falls off the bed entirely when he tries to swing his legs over the edge, reaching out for his direwolf. I thought I'd lost you.
The happy reunion is short lived. Jon gets to his feet slowly, and limps over to where his clothes are folded on a chair. Wildling clothes... with a jolt, he remembers how his last encounter with Ygritte went. He swallows hard as he carefully dresses in garb he feels he has no right to be wearing, and makes his slow way out of the door and into the hallway.
No, this definitely isn't Castle Black, or anywhere else familiar for that matter.]
((this is me trying to explain where Jon has been all this time haha oops :| canon updated him so he's from the end of season 3, but i'll be taking stuff from the books up until this point too))
Today, Jon seems to come around finally. He blinks at the unfamiliar walls, before struggling to sit up. He's clad in only his breeches, and there are clean bandages wrapped snugly around his torso and his leg. When he touches at his face, he feels the wounds on his skin that will surely scar. This isn't the first time he's thanked the gods that he still has his eyes. His vision is slightly blurry, but there is no mistaking the large white shape to his right when he looks around. Ghost. He nearly falls off the bed entirely when he tries to swing his legs over the edge, reaching out for his direwolf. I thought I'd lost you.
The happy reunion is short lived. Jon gets to his feet slowly, and limps over to where his clothes are folded on a chair. Wildling clothes... with a jolt, he remembers how his last encounter with Ygritte went. He swallows hard as he carefully dresses in garb he feels he has no right to be wearing, and makes his slow way out of the door and into the hallway.
No, this definitely isn't Castle Black, or anywhere else familiar for that matter.]
((this is me trying to explain where Jon has been all this time haha oops :| canon updated him so he's from the end of season 3, but i'll be taking stuff from the books up until this point too))
