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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ love ⠀is ⠀the ⠀death ⠀of ⠀duty.

( he trots with satisfaction now that jon has finally agreed. makes a b-line to the fire and flops down right in front of it. full belly , a nice fire and jon. he is happy now . )

( another huff that conveys what cannot be spoken. that’s what he thought. with a nudging nose he’s ushering him towards a door. can’t do your job if you’re part ice, he wanted to say. )

( he glowers at the man . then a casual, albeit not graceful, shift. it is not much when standing in direct line of harsh winds but thick fur can attempt to shield him even the slightest as he settles and leans against jon’s legs )

( he huffs loudly at the brush off and change of subject , half considering taking the situation into his own hands. any sign of being too cold and he will . ) i did , i bribed myself two helpings of meat . ( * 😁 )

nothing in particular— um , i was just checking to make sure you were warm as the sun sets ..

… yes . no . i found an excuse to have your attention .

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𝓲 do not have 𝔀ings, lo͟v͟e, 𝓲 never 𝔀ill.

︎ ︎ ⿻ ۬ 𝓐𝐍𝐃 𝖧𝖤͟𝖱͟𝖲 WILL BE⠀⤬ ،̲، THE 𝗦𝐎͟𝐍͟𝗚 OF 𝐼𝐶𝐸 AND 𝓕IRE ˎˊ˗ ︎ ︎