Not To Be Dramatic // Jon Snow

7. Metaphorically?

"Always so dramatic." Jon answered.

Selma had a snappy remark on the tip of her tongue but she decided to keep it there and kiss him instead. Jon froze before kissing her back and then pulling her back.

"Im sorry- what am I saying? No, I'm not." Selma admitted. " I've been wanting to kiss you for years."

" I'm your bastard, brother-"

" you've always been so much more than that to me and you know it." Selma countered softly. " I just got your back. You're not allowed to push me away. I mean, unless you really despise the idea of kissing me that is cause I wouldn't want you to do something You don't want to do. But might i remind you that you did kiss me back." She added.

" I want you I have for a very long time, but your father would come back from the grave and murder me."

" now look who's being dramatic!"

" you know I'm right. Robb as well."

" they are both dead and we are not now. If you don't mind, please don't push me away this time. I'm going to kiss you again." Selma encouraged and he didn't push her. He pulled her in closer.

It was not dramatic to say that It was the best moment of Selma starks life.

" Excuse me, commander." Edd hated to interrupt considering he knew how much jon had spoke of Selma how he debated fleeing the night watch just to get closer to her the protector to save her from the capital.

Selma, however, did not hide her displeasure as she turned her head sharply to the door

" you are not excused. I mean yes go away leave us. You are excused from this moment but not excused for interrupting." she informed him. "we are having a very lovely moment and you are ruining it."

" Selma," jon laughed back her name

"What?" She sassed leaning back into him.

"Lady Sansa was looking for you said to meet her in the dinning hall." Edd offered. Selma groaned out leaning fully into jon. He held her up.

"I'm not commanded anymore." Jon remarked

"Its very impressive." Selma countered craning her neck to look up at him. "Very impressive that i think father and robb would agree that-"

"Selma," jon whispered pulling her back to her feet.

"Edd we need another moment before we join my sister." Selma instructed waving him away. She turned to jon.

"I forgot how bossy you are."

"Kiss me jon. That's an order."

" This is good soup. Do you remember those kidney pies Old Nan used to make?" Sansa questioned. Selma snuggled into jons lap refusing to let him go. Sansa didn't notice his arm around her twin or how selma was basically purring like a cat as jon ran his fingers through her hair and scratched his nails along her scalp.

"With the peas and onions?" Jon questioned, Sansa nodded. "We never should have left Winterfell." He touched selmas cheek.

"Don't you wish we could go back to the day we left? I want to scream at myself, "Don't go, you idiot."" Sansa agreed.

"You were an idiot. Falling for joffrey. But you always had poor taste in men." Selma added slurping her stew. If that was something this sorry excuse for food could be called.

"How could we know?" Jon shrugged kissing selma hand.

" I spent a lot of time thinking about what as ass I was to you. I wish I could change everything." Sansa admitted.

"We were children."

"I was awful, just admit it." Sansa countered.  Jon chuckled, she was awful to him.

"You were the worst and i constantly wanted to bash your head into the wall." Selma agreed

"Selma!" Sansa shrieked

"For how you treated Jon." She added.

"You were occasionally awful. I'm sure I can't have been great fun. Always sulking in the corner while the rest of you played." Jon countered.

"It is not your fault it was our mothers fault." Selma assured. "You wouldn't have had to be an outsider in your own home."

" Can you forgive me?" Sansa said after a long moment.

"There's nothing to forgive." Jon shrugged. Selma knew better there was much to forgive.

" Forgive me." She demanded, even now she was still a bossy bitch.

"All right. All right, I forgive you." Jon agreed.  "You'd think after thousands of years, the Night's Watch would have learned how to make a good ale." Jon remarked as Sansa coughed up the ale.

" Where will you go?"

"Where will we go?" He clarified "If I don't watch over you two, Father's ghost will come back and murder me."

"Where will we go?" She agreed. As if selma would let Jon leave without her.

"I can't stay here, not after what happened." Jon whispered. 

"What happened?" Selma questioned, Sansa didnt care. 

"Mutiny." Jon answered. "I died for this place." 

"You... metaphorically died?" Selma whispered her voice rising an octave. Jon shook his head slowly. "I dont understand." Selma added looking him over she touched his cheek, no colder than usual for this far north. He held her hand to his cheek, savoring her touch. 

"There's only one place we can go. Home." Sansa decided. Jon held Selma's hand in his lap as he turned to sansa. Selma was still confused on what he meant, he died for this place. 

"Should we tell the Boltons to pack up and leave?" Jon pondered

"We'll take it back from them."

" I don't have an army." Jon corrected

"How many wildlings did you save?"

"They didn't come here to serve me." Jon corrected

"They owe you their lives." Sansa demanded.

"So we should just tell them you are alive because of jon so you should risk your life?" Selma questioned. "Doesnt sound fair."

"It's our home!" Sansa demanded. 

"Is it home anymore?" Selma countered. 

" You think they'll be safe here if Roose Bolton remains Warden of the North?"

"Sansa." Jon begged as she rose up slamming her bowl down.

"Still a bitch." Selma murmured. 

"Winterfell is our home. It's ours and Arya's and Bran's and Rickon's. Wherever they are, it belongs to our family. We have to fight for it." Sansa shouted

"I'm tired of fighting." Jon corrected his thumb running over the back of Selma's hand, it was an innocent and yet intoxicating touch. "It's all I've done since I left home. I've killed brothers of the Night's Watch. I've killed wildlings. I've killed men that I admire. I hanged a boy younger than Bran. I fought and I lost."

" If we don't take back the North, we'll never be safe. I want you to help me. But I'll do it myself if I have to." Sansa decided.

"Yeah okay, good lucky with that." Selma mumbled. "Jon back to you... you died?"