𝑺𝑵𝑶𝑾.

—— 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑺. aegon targaryen stark a.k.a. jon snow nightswatch special operative modern and mature portrayal. ♡ ⧸ ⇆

to throw at me, saying I’m a bad influence for ‘her children’.” Hitting the road once she did.

“Black is my favorite color, okay?” He stared up the engine as she got inside. “Also, there is never spend much money on this Mustang model. Worth every penny.” The car roared as if in response. “Fasten your seat belt, birdie. Last thing I need is your mother having more dirt —

𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄.

find. His brother was quite the fashionista, unlike him. Waiting for her in the jet black Mustang he had saved his ass off to buy.

“I spoil you too much.” He smiled, as she stepped inside the house. He proceeded taking off his soaked boots so he wouldn’t wet the floor and get a scold from her mother. Once in Robb’s room, he inspected the wardrobe picking up the most basic black shirt and jeans he could —

food, somethings never change.” He teased, grabbing a towel from the nearby chair and wrapped around her shoulders so she wouldn’t catch a cold. “We should probably change. I’ll borrow a few clothes from Robb and wait for you in my car.”

“Believe me, I know. You’ve grown far too beautiful for your own good, birdie.” The old nickname not fitting to the woman she had become. Hands resting on the concrete edge as he effortlessly pushes his dripping body weight off the pool. “Always choosing dessert over proper —

downtown district so your friend doesn’t have to drive all the way up here. Pick up some dinner on the way there?”

“Hope it goes well. But perhaps not 𝙩𝙤𝙤 well. Can’t help but be protective of my little sister.” He offered a smile as he slowly swam them to the edge of the the pool, so she wouldn’t get more wet than she already was. “We can drive to my apartment, it’s closer to the —

“Seems like the old gods answered my prayers then.” He chucked back, “Oh, is it a friend or more than a friend…? I don’t judge.” Wiping a few water drops off her face so it wouldn’t mess her make up.

“Hey, I’m kidding. I wouldn’t want to mess up your hair for your date.” He kept her close to keep her warm, making his best to keep her from wetting herself further. “Although to be honest I don’t like the guy. Can’t promise I will keep my gun hidden when he picks you up.”

He can feel the cold water filling his pants and shoes. He is laughing at as he keeps her close, keeping them afloat. “Look, I was only messing around with you but you move too much I think you wanted a little dive. Your hair definitely wants it, don’t you think?”

“SANSA WAIT—“ He wasn’t expecting that swift of balance—he tried to regain it but he couldn’t do it without dropping her so he decides to quickly fall on his back against the cold water, trying his best to shield her from it.