Jonerys Season 7 drabbles Day 2
Short and fluffy-I don’t care that it probably won’t ever happen in canon I just think it would be fun to see.
Dany doesn’t see why in the world people would ever want to throw snow at each other. Snow is bad enough as it is, without having someone dump it on you when you’re not expecting it.
But no one’s told Jon and Arya this. The night rings with the sounds of their laughter as they run around the castle courtyard, stopping only to scoop snow into small packed balls or hide behind a statue so they have the perfect vantage point to let the snow fly. She’s tempted to laugh because it’s so rare to see them like this, without the weight of the world on their shoulders.
She stands just inside the doorway of the castle, well away from the flying snow. Arya manages to hit Jon with a ball of snow that explodes right next to his head, covering his hair in bits of white crystal-and she can’t help it, the laugh comes out, because he looks so absurd standing there looking absolutely shell shocked.
Immediately they both stop and look at her and she feels almost sorry for disrupting their fun.
“Your Grace,” Jon says carefully. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
She shrugs. “The meetings got out early. Don’t let me get in the way.”
Arya creates another snowball, a wicked look in her eyes. “Why don’t you join us?” It’s hard to know who looks more shocked at the prospect.
“Arya,” Jon says, “I don’t think the Queen has any interest in…”
She doesn’t know why she agrees to it-maybe because she wants to surprise him, because she likes the way he looks whenever she does something he wouldn’t have expected, like he has to reexamine everything he’s ever thought about her. “Actually, I do.”
The snowball is just a blur of motion on the edge of her periphery-until it smashes into the side of her head. Arya has the good grace to look suitably sorry.
For a minute she can’t think because it’s so cold; some snow gets past her high collar and falls down the back of her neck. But she’s seen what they do when these situations arise; she kneels down in the snow and begins forming a snowball of her own. Arya barely has time to smile before it thuds into her shoulder. “Not bad, for your first time.”
Jon’s smile is like the sunrise after a month of darkness. “Arya, we might as well show her how to form decent snowballs.”
By the time they go inside, long after the moon has reached its zenith, they’re all shivering through their furs with snow in their hair-but they’re all smiling, even Arya (who looks incredibly smug). The courtyard is littered with the remains of their snowball fight and Dany is glad that no one was looking outside, that no one sees the evidence of the few hours that they all acted like children again.
She wants to keep it between the three of them-a little secret they’ll remember but won’t tell, at least until the next opportunity arises.