prev. goodqueenalys // semi hiatus

Through the years we all will be together If the fates allow So hang a shining star upon the highest bough And have yourself a merry little Christmas now Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on, our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the Yuletide gay

Jon managed the night’s shift at the cafe, which Sam had dubbed the Night’s Watch one boring night when custom had been thin on the ground and the hours had slowly ticked by. The name had stuck, even the daytime staff calling them that when they came in to take over, although they didn’t mean it as a compliment.  

Now he was looking at the mistletoe, Jon wished he could sack them all. Tormund and Alys had been on his case for weeks, nagging at him to ask out the pretty redhead – Sansa he knew her name was from her coffee orders – who turned up most nights to peer at her laptop, earphones on, ignoring the world in general.

When they arrive home from the Stark’s annual Christmas Day bash, Sansa collapses onto the couch with a loud sigh. She loves Christmas, really she does, but by the end of December she is very ready for it to be over. 

“That much holiday spirit,” she says as she pulls off her boots, “cannot be good for a person.” 

She can hear Jon chuckle as her pulls the door shut behind them. “Oh come on San, Robert’s Santa gets more and more convincing with every glass of eggnog though!”

Sansa flops over with another dramatic groan, “I am just glad it’s over, I will need at least another year to prepare.”

“Oh I don’t think it’s over quite yet.” Jon says, as he walks into the living room where Sansa is laid out on the couch. The lights in the room are dim but Jon goes over to turn on the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree.

Sansa throws him a weary look that could have been a glare if she had the energy. “What could possibly be left to do?”

“I think you might have forgotten one more present,” Jon says as he straightens up, “over here by the tree.”

Confused, Sansa glances over but all she sees under their Christmas tree are empty boxes, they opened gifts just the two of them last night. She turns to ask Jon what he’s about when out of the corner of her eye, she see’s it. A small, but unmistakeable sparkle reflecting off the lights on the tree, and Sansa feels her breath catch in her throat.