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nysalogs2018-01-07 05:20 pm
learned_to_die) wrote in nysalogs2018-01-07 05:20 pm
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[love is not a victory march; it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah]
Who: Eddard Stark (learned_to_die) & Jon Snow (song_of_ice)
What: Jon deals with leftover Stark guilt, Ned and Jon have A Talk about some of the things that've transpired since Ned's death.
When: Mid-January
Where: The Stark House, Olympia
Warning(s): Usual Stark sadness and all.
Stannis had revealed some of the tragedy that befell his family, but in truth, for as hard as Ned attempted to listen and absorb what he could, he found his mind, spirit, and heart battered and broken down with every word out of Stannis' mouth. At some point, he must've stopped listening, unable to hear any more of the pain, sorrow, and death that his family endured following that fateful afternoon at the Sept of Baelor which, now, seems like an eternity prior.
A lifetime ago, literally and metaphorically.
But since Jon had first stumbled upon Ned in the stasis chamber, Ned has known something to be .. off about his son (he's yet to reveal the true nature of their relationship, and though he feels as though Jon has a right to know, especially now, he finds the words like sludge, lodged in his throat and unwilling to move). He'd not approached him in the chambers, not addressed him as Father. He felt .. stiff, and cold, as though they'd not spent years of their lives together, as though Ned had not done all he could to make Jon feel as though he were not a Snow, but a Stark, even if only in deed and not in name. The lack of .. joy in Jon's face, the shadow that instead lingered, wounded Ned far deeper than he'd ever admit, and it's been as though they've been dancing around each other, fearful of what truths might finally be revealed if they spend too much time in the same room together.
It's a dance that can only go on for so long, and Ned's reached a point of feeling exhausted and irritated with it. No more, he thinks. It's time to speak, confront, and deal with this as men. And truly, Jon is a man grown now, no longer the young boy he'd last seen on the King's Road. His face is weathered by the things he's lived through, from all that Ned could not have protected him.
He raps his knuckles on the door to Jon's room, easing his face close to it to speak.
"Jon? Might I come in?"
learned_to_die) & Jon Snow (song_of_ice) What: Jon deals with leftover Stark guilt, Ned and Jon have A Talk about some of the things that've transpired since Ned's death.
When: Mid-January
Where: The Stark House, Olympia
Warning(s): Usual Stark sadness and all.
Stannis had revealed some of the tragedy that befell his family, but in truth, for as hard as Ned attempted to listen and absorb what he could, he found his mind, spirit, and heart battered and broken down with every word out of Stannis' mouth. At some point, he must've stopped listening, unable to hear any more of the pain, sorrow, and death that his family endured following that fateful afternoon at the Sept of Baelor which, now, seems like an eternity prior.
A lifetime ago, literally and metaphorically.
But since Jon had first stumbled upon Ned in the stasis chamber, Ned has known something to be .. off about his son (he's yet to reveal the true nature of their relationship, and though he feels as though Jon has a right to know, especially now, he finds the words like sludge, lodged in his throat and unwilling to move). He'd not approached him in the chambers, not addressed him as Father. He felt .. stiff, and cold, as though they'd not spent years of their lives together, as though Ned had not done all he could to make Jon feel as though he were not a Snow, but a Stark, even if only in deed and not in name. The lack of .. joy in Jon's face, the shadow that instead lingered, wounded Ned far deeper than he'd ever admit, and it's been as though they've been dancing around each other, fearful of what truths might finally be revealed if they spend too much time in the same room together.
It's a dance that can only go on for so long, and Ned's reached a point of feeling exhausted and irritated with it. No more, he thinks. It's time to speak, confront, and deal with this as men. And truly, Jon is a man grown now, no longer the young boy he'd last seen on the King's Road. His face is weathered by the things he's lived through, from all that Ned could not have protected him.
He raps his knuckles on the door to Jon's room, easing his face close to it to speak.
"Jon? Might I come in?"