Come Back. Even As A Shadow, Even As A Dream. Euripides

“Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.”    ―      Euripides  

The  D r a g o n  has three heads.

Oh boy! An hour before I have to go to bed for the night, I finally catch a second wind. After 4 days in the company of an Xmas playlist while I hammer this out like the keyboard kitty, I’ve gotten far!

The Second Chance Holiday Club is 80% finished.

Jon has found a workaround for the change in fate and is ready to approach Daenerys again, with success, for good. I can’t wait for them to fall fast and hard, and overcome a final twist together. And I can’t wait to share this fic with everyone!

But…this means it likely won’t be published and tagged with SnowxStormWorld until Saturday afternoon.

Am I behind? I guess! But once it’s done, I hope you’ll like it, friends!

A Christmas Carol

Jon allowed himself a single pleasure that was as dear to him as any gift he had ever received at Christmas since the day he was born; he reached below the bed-frame, and from a wooden box he withdrew a framed photograph.

The print was of a woman. She was just a year younger than himself, this he knew for certain, but her eyes were all the wiser, and her smile all the kinder. Her face was pale, and her hair as fine as snow, and the beautiful locks danced around her shoulders in a way that could make one believe she was not of this world, for to him she was beauty personified. Big eyes. Plump lips. A gentle, rounded chin. A long neck. A dark, simple dress which he knew to be blue, not from the black and white colours on the paper, but from his memory.

It was Daenerys Targaryen. He needed not look at the writing on the back of the photograph to know this. On Christmas Eve, she was as much a stranger to him as any person on the street outside his window, yet he felt in his heart a comfort as he looked into her eyes.

“My love,” he spoke, and he settled against the wall behind his bed, his knees tucked to his chest, as he caressed her cheeks with his thumbs. Whilst the snow fell on the other side of the window, and the fire in the hearth died out, he sat awake, like a living statue, and his lips barely moved as he wished her: “Merry Christmas.”

Merry Christmas @dracarysqueen​! Thank you so much for your hard work sorting out the Jonerys Secret Santa this year.

As a thank you, a few of us have prepared this little gift for you. I’ve rewritten Dickens’ ‘A Christmas Carol’ as a Jonerys love story, @adecila​ has created the amazing moodboard, and @dragonanddirewolf​ has made some great art included in the story on AO3. We hope you will like your gift!

A Christmas Carol I Read on AO3

I would sooner stay with you. I feel safe when I’m with you.

“Look at me.”