Game Of Thrones Character Zodiac Signs

Arya Stark - Aries

Samwell Tarly - Aquarius

Daenerys Targaryen - Cancer

Tyrion Lannister - Gemini

Catelyn Stark - Virgo

Brienne Of Tarth - Taurus

Jaime Lannister - Leo

Margaery Tyrell - Libra

Cersei Lannister - Scorpio

Theon Greyjoy - Sagittarius

Jon Snow - Capricorn

Sansa Stark - Pisces

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↳ day six: dreams 

“Not my mother, Jon thought stubbornly. He knew nothing of his mother; Eddard Stark would not talk of her. Yet he dreamed of her at times, so often that he could almost see her face. In his dreams, she was beautiful, and highborn, and her eyes were kind.” - AGoT, Jon III.

Shadows 13

(Rain Excerpt)

She raised her head then, all red-eyed,flushed, tear-streaked cheeks with a hint of snot escaping her nose. She might have looked a mess to anyone else, but to him…she was the most beautiful creature on earth, and he wouldn’t have her otherwise. With a hard kiss to her forehead, he reached for a napkin to wipe her face tenderly, patiently allowing her to blow her nose into it, before discarding the cloth to the side.

“And?” he asked with a small smile as he studied her bashful countenance. “Now you’ve heard my confession, it’s your turn to admit when you fell madly in love with me…hey!”

She had playfully tapped the side of his head, but quickly burrowed her heated face against his chest again, not trusting herself to speak. She settled for listening to his heartbeat and trying to synchronize it with hers.

I loved you long before I met you, she thought as she closed her eyes. You were always the prince in my dreams; the handsome knight who would rescue me from my world of darkness and solitude and show me how beautiful the world could truly be. You’ve always been there, Jon Snow. It just took a while for the gods to bring you to me.

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DAY 6 - warging/dreams

He wanted it, Jon knew then. He wanted it as much as he had ever wanted anything. I have always wanted it, he thought, guiltily. May the gods forgive me. It was a hunger inside him, sharp as a dragonglass blade. A hunger … he could feel it. It was food he needed, prey, a red deer that stank of fear or a great elk proud and defiant. He needed to kill and fill his belly with fresh meat and hot dark blood. His mouth began to water with the thought.
It was a long moment before he understood what was happening. When he did, he bolted to his feet. “Ghost?” He turned toward the wood, and there he came, padding silently out of the green dusk, the breath coming warm and white from his open jaws.

A Storm of Swords - Jon XII