In The Snow… ❄️

GAME OF THRONES
3.07, The Bear and the Maiden Fair

Jon discovering dying Ygritte is a very sad scene. And it gives the lovers the chance to have a final intimate moment...

...until you remember that Jon couldn't move well on his own ( with his injury) and a couple of parallels above he describes Satin not only helping him get down to the yard but also move around.

So while Jon and Ygritte have their farewell scene somewhere nearby Satin is standing looking like this:

GREYSNOW WEEK || Prompt: Arrows

The arrow was black… but it was fletched with white duck feathers. Not mine, he told himself, not one of mine. But he felt as if it were.”

~ A STORM OF SWORDS, JON VII

imagine you’re Mance and having to listen to 15 year olds’ sex life, wow

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“I know I want you,” he heard himself say, all his vows and all his honor forgotten. She stood before him naked as her name day, and he was as hard as the rock around them. He had been in her half a hundred times by now, but always beneath the furs, with others all around them. He had never seen how beautiful she was. Her legs were skinny but well muscled, the hair at the juncture of her thighs a brighter red than that on her head. Does that make it even luckier? He pulled her close. “I love the smell of you,” he said. “I love your red hair. I love your mouth, and the way you kiss me. I love your smile. I love your teats.” He kissed them, one and then the other. “I love your skinny legs, and what’s between them.” He knelt to kiss her there, lightly on her mound at first, but Ygritte moved her legs apart a little, and he saw the pink inside and kissed that as well, and tasted her. She gave a little gasp. “If you love me all so much, why are you still dressed?” she whispered. “You know nothing, Jon Snow. Noth—oh. Oh. OHHH.”

But first we'll live.

Yes. First we'll live.

The Crow and the Spearwife

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Day 6/R+L=J: Book Quotes with Implications

Many a night he lay with Ygritte warm beside him, wondering if his lord father had felt this confused about his mother, whoever she had been.

When he knelt in the snow beside her, her eyes opened. “Jon Snow,” she said, very softly. It sounded as though the arrow had found a
lung. “Is this a proper castle now? Not just a tower?”
“It is.” Jon took her hand.
“Good,” she whispered. “I wanted t’ see one proper castle, before … before I …”
“You’ll see a hundred castles,” he promised her. “The battle’s done. Maester Aemon will see to you.” He touched her hair. “You’re kissed by
fire, remember? Lucky. It will take more than an arrow to kill you. Aemon will draw it out and patch you up, and we’ll get you some milk of
the poppy for the pain.”
She just smiled at that. “D’you remember that cave? We should have stayed in that cave. I told you so.”
“We’ll go back to the cave,” he said. “You’re not going to die, Ygritte. You’re not.”
“Oh.” Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. “You know nothing, Jon Snow,” she sighed, dying.

How could he explain Ygritte to them? She’s warm and smart and funny, and she can kiss a man or slit his throat.

Ygritte was much in his thoughts as well. He remembered the smell of her hair, the warmth of her body… and the look on her face as she slit the old man’s throat. You were wrong to love her, a voice whispered. You were wrong to leave her, a different voice insisted. ― Jon VI, A Storm of Swords.

He thought Ygritte might try to run, but she only stood there, waiting, looking at him.
“You never killed a woman before, did you?” When he shook his head, she said, “We die the same as men. But you don’t need to do it. Mance would take you, I know he would. There’s secret ways. Them crows would never catch us.”
“I’m as much a crow as they are,” Jon said.
She nodded, resigned. “Will you burn me, after?”
“I can’t. The smoke might be seen.”
“That’s so.” She shrugged. “Well, there’s worse places to end up than the belly of a shadowcat.”
He pulled Longclaw over a shoulder. “Aren’t you afraid?”
“Last night I was,” she admitted. “But now the sun’s up.” She pushed her hair aside to  bare her neck, and knelt before him. “Strike hard and true, crow, or I’ll come back and haunt you.”
Longclaw was not so long or heavy a sword as his father’s Ice, but it was Valyrian steel all the same. He touched the edge of the blade to mark where the blow must fall, and Ygritte shivered. “That’s cold,” she said. “Go on, be quick about it.”
He raised Longclaw over his head, both hands tight around the grip. One cut, with all my weight behind it. He could give her a quick clean death, at least. He was his father’s son. Wasn’t he? Wasn’t he?
“Do it,” she urged him after a moment. “Bastard. Do it. I can’t stay brave forever.” When the blow did not fall she turned her head to look at him. Jon lowered his sword. 

“Go,” he muttered. Ygritte stared.
“Now,” he said, “before my wits return. Go.”
She went.

This is beautiful art! Could someone explain to me though-why doesn’t Ygritte just run or try to fight him? I need to read it again but… I think I wondered that both when I read the books and when I saw the scene in the show. It seems like she knows he won’t kill her… but even so, both times I was like… that is a RECKLESS flirtation with death…