So, it turns out Jon was the only one who didn't think appointing an ex-Old Town whore as his personal steward was akin to a sexual proposition. Maybe it was thoughtless but he really hadn't considered it. Not until that happened anyway. That had been Satin showing up, naked, in his bed. Jon had stuttered something about not-, um-, well-, I didn't- and they'd actually cleared it all up pretty fast. Jon had turned his back whilst Satin put his clothes back on and, whenever they'd talked about it since, both of them had burst into raucous laughter.
It was the only way to deal with it, really.
There was something dark in it, something terrible, something about the fact that no-one had ever seen Satin as anything but a whore - but they didn't talk about that. Instead, they just laughed. It was easier that way and everything else at the Wall was hard enough already. Having something to laugh about helped, at least a little.
So, they laugh when Dolorous Edd hums and haws over how he'd been passed over so that Jon Snow could have time with his new concubine and that was just typical, just his luck. They have to laugh.
"Concubine? He really said 'concubine'?" Jon asks, and they laugh.
Tormund is the best of them all though. Tormund says "Jon Snow, I hope, for your sake, he has a big cock. It's important, you know, the size of a man's cock. I should know. But, then, I suppose you're the one who's using his cock. I can give you advice about these things." He smiles, and he gives Jon a nudge before adding "But it will cost you."
Later, Jon tells Satin about it and they laugh.
"Oh, Tormund and his cock. Does he ever speak of anything else?" Satin asks.
"Sometimes." Jon replies, "When he needs something." And then he says, joking, "I suppose if anyone around here would know whether the rumours are true, it'd be you. So, is it as wide as his arm or are his claims as hollow as his cock rings?"
"Oh, that would be telling." Satin says, then he winks and measures out a tiny length in the air. It's hard not to laugh about it.
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FILL: Jon/Satin | how Jon Snow learned to stop worrying and laugh at the insinuations | crackfic
Date: 2012-03-07 10:45 pm (UTC)So, it turns out Jon was the only one who didn't think appointing an ex-Old Town whore as his personal steward was akin to a sexual proposition. Maybe it was thoughtless but he really hadn't considered it. Not until that happened anyway. That had been Satin showing up, naked, in his bed. Jon had stuttered something about not-, um-, well-, I didn't- and they'd actually cleared it all up pretty fast. Jon had turned his back whilst Satin put his clothes back on and, whenever they'd talked about it since, both of them had burst into raucous laughter.
It was the only way to deal with it, really.
There was something dark in it, something terrible, something about the fact that no-one had ever seen Satin as anything but a whore - but they didn't talk about that. Instead, they just laughed. It was easier that way and everything else at the Wall was hard enough already. Having something to laugh about helped, at least a little.
So, they laugh when Dolorous Edd hums and haws over how he'd been passed over so that Jon Snow could have time with his new concubine and that was just typical, just his luck. They have to laugh.
"Concubine? He really said 'concubine'?" Jon asks, and they laugh.
Tormund is the best of them all though. Tormund says "Jon Snow, I hope, for your sake, he has a big cock. It's important, you know, the size of a man's cock. I should know. But, then, I suppose you're the one who's using his cock. I can give you advice about these things." He smiles, and he gives Jon a nudge before adding "But it will cost you."
Later, Jon tells Satin about it and they laugh.
"Oh, Tormund and his cock. Does he ever speak of anything else?" Satin asks.
"Sometimes." Jon replies, "When he needs something." And then he says, joking, "I suppose if anyone around here would know whether the rumours are true, it'd be you. So, is it as wide as his arm or are his claims as hollow as his cock rings?"
"Oh, that would be telling." Satin says, then he winks and measures out a tiny length in the air. It's hard not to laugh about it.