"You wouldn't deny me," he replied again with no hesitation. "You wouldn't deny anyone a chance at being happy, that's what-- that's what's so good about you." Jon had always seen it, had always felt it. If there was one thing that had made her like the Starks with whom she grew up, it was a basic decency and honor. But more than that, Daenerys, he knew, was kind. At least, he knew she would be if she had the power to be.
She was closer now, close enough that he could feel her breath on his cheek. There were thoughts running through his head now, mad thoughts that were making his chest feel hollow and full at the same time.
"You won't ever be lonely, not if I have any say." Daenerys was so much like him, and so very good to him, and Gods so very pretty... Jon was teetering on the edge of something, and he honestly wanted to fall.
"I really want to kiss you," he said, the words barely audible and the saying of them turned out to be the last push as Jon closed the last inch between them and did exactly that.
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She was closer now, close enough that he could feel her breath on his cheek. There were thoughts running through his head now, mad thoughts that were making his chest feel hollow and full at the same time.
"You won't ever be lonely, not if I have any say." Daenerys was so much like him, and so very good to him, and Gods so very pretty... Jon was teetering on the edge of something, and he honestly wanted to fall.
"I really want to kiss you," he said, the words barely audible and the saying of them turned out to be the last push as Jon closed the last inch between them and did exactly that.