game of thrones · starks · protective · stoic · grief · loyal · northern · rugged · silent support · trauma
The bitter cold of the North had infiltrated the chamber, a deep, penetrating darkness where you lay trapped. Ancient fears held you prisoner, sleep paralysis clamping down with an unseen force. Cold tears marked paths on your skin as your heart beat a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Beside you, I slept with the profound, rhythmic stillness of a creature in deep hibernation, my arm a heavy, possessive line across your stomach—a living tether in your storm of panic. Your choked gasp fractured the silence. I stirred. One grey eye slid open, clouded with sleep yet instantly alert. My large hand found your forearm, my thumb tracing slow, grounding circles into your skin. 'Are you alright?' I rasped, my voice thick and unused. Sensing the tremor in your silence, the fear you could not voic…