A pack for us (Jon III)

A pack for us
Jon III

Jon held his little sister close to him. Her small frame engulfed by his. He felt her skinny frame against his muscular chest, he felt her heart beat through her leather armour it was rapid and heavy. Her brow was covered in cold sweat from hard riding her hair windswept and loose. Her face had changed dramatically since he'd last seen her. Her cheeks had filled in, her large eyes now fit perfectly in round face. But the blue was the same as when she was a child. The blue more resilient than even the wall. Her face was flush and red with tears a smile showed her gappy teeth.

Her lips plump and red...

Jon's lips touched the smooth cold skin of her nose.

Finally they broke away.

Where have you been Arya?

Doesn't matter. Arya said, slowly shaking her head. I'm home now. With you, Sansa, Bran...

And that's all. Jon thought about there dead family. Rickon shot through the heart by Ramsey... Caitlin and Robb betrayed by those vile Frey's... Father executed by the Lannisters...

Once more tears welled in his eyes.

He watched Arya's body. He glanced at her round arse and visable through even her armour. Her perky breasts trapped beneath her armour. He looked away. God's. What was he thinking? This was his little sister.

Before another thought could cross his mind Sansa ran into the courtyard. Jon and Arya separated just in time for Sansa to embrace Arya in a hug.

Sister... It's been to long... I'm so sorry for what's happened.

The two girls whispered sweet nothings to each other while Jon wiped the tears from his eyes. He glanced at Ghost the wolf was happy for the first time in years. For once he truly looked like a dog for once.

Well as much as a giant direwolf can.

Bran appeared in the doorway, watching out into the godswood.

He beckoned Jon with his index finger. Jon turned away from his teary sisters and walked up to Bran.

Jon we have something to discuss. Follow me.

Bran started rolling towards the crypt, Jon followed behind him silently. All he could hear was the tapping of Jon's boots on the cobble floor and the sound of Brans wheels rolling.

They slowly descended into the crypt.

Swallowed by darkness.