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[CrimsonMoon]

She glances at him, narrowing her eyes,"..." She makes a soft hissing sound but moves closer to him

[deepwallow]

Bishop only raises an eyebrow at her, but deciders to stay silent. He doesn't know what she's doing, so unless it's killing him outright, he'll watch

[CrimsonMoon]

She suddenly is leaning against him, her head on his shoulder,".... So cold...." A small voice whispers

[deepwallow]

Bishop blinks. Whatever he had e specter,it wasn't this. "You're cold?" He asked looki g at her quizzically. "I'd give you my jacket but...." He glanced at his bonds and back at her with a faint smiles "seems I'm a bit tied up at the moment"

[CrimsonMoon]

She blinks and closes her eyes," ... Not that cold... I just..." Her speech seemed to be slightly slrred as if she was slowly regaining her ability to talk,"... No life warmth," the Wight wraps her arms around him, her skin felt as cold as ice,"... Didnt want to kill you... Thought you'd burn me before i could live again..."

[deepwallow]

Bishop blinks. "Then I'm glad we didn't. Who was that, by the way? That king?" He asked curiously

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Not a king..." She answers softly," Just wight man," she glances at him again before reaching out and turning his face toward her," You're too warm for the wall."

[deepwallow]

Bishop looked up at her and chuckled. "That's what my family is normally accused of. We may be of the North, but our founder was said to have a fire in him that would anything around him." He said with a chuckle. "We have the temper I the south, but we belong to the North. Always have. My very clan was founded by one of you, Actually. A wildling." He admitted

[CrimsonMoon]

" Then why...? Why dont you be free?" She murmurs, drawing away.... She looked ready to cry, hugging herself," Why do you fight us?!"

[deepwallow]

"I...." Bishop hesitated, glancing at Grendal, but instead he decide to speak his mind. "Actually, I always wanted to go back to where our clan came from. Out here, in the wilds, you people are truly free. Free to do what you want basically. Out there, past the wall, there is much to see, I admit. But there are rules, kings, wars and other such nonsense. Petty nobles try controlling the people, people spend their life gathering treasures that just sit there. People down south are too soft." He confessed. "I love the north because here, all that matters is survival, and you learn to appreciate the small things that you have, and everything beautiful is a treasure itself." He said

(Hooooooooly crap! Waaaay too deep for me ima go lie down a bit after that explanation XD)

[CrimsonMoon]

She glares at him for a bit before sighs and murmuring suddenly,".... I thin you words made my heart beat again.." Midna sighs and leans foreward, her cold lips suddenly pressing against his

(XDDDDDD *mind blown*}

[deepwallow]

Bishop's eyes widen at the sudden kiss. He is momentarily frozen by it, automatically responding by kissing back just a little. But in his mind is a war because, like that Night's Watch, he was sworn to take no wife. And the fact that he would've joined the Watch made it even stronger. Right now the vows were yelling in his head, but he couldn't move

[CrimsonMoon]

Her lips felt cold, as did her breath for a few seconds before they seem tow arm with his. After a moment , she pulls away and stands,"... I can't untie you..." She says softly

[deepwallow]

Bishop blinks a few times before shaking his head to clear his thoughts. The kiss had dizzied his mind. "Uh... Here. On the bottom of my boot is a small dagger. It can cut the ropes." He said, putting his foot out. "Could you get it please?" He asked

[CrimsonMoon]

" You're foot'll freeze off," She replies, turning her back, beginning to walk toward the wildlings,".... But what happens to rope when it gets brittle?"

[deepwallow]

Bishop frowned slightly. Brittle? He looked back at his bonds. The ropes still seemed secure. He tested it a bit and did see a little bit of a break. "Huh, not as secure as they thought." He said before looking at Midna. "What are you doing?" He asked curiously

[CrimsonMoon]

She glances back and smiles slightly... Her eyes werent blue any longer as pink morning sun began to die the snow

[deepwallow]

Bishop blinked in surprise. "Wha?" He asked, completely confused. She was.... Alive? Or at least, she looked alive again."

[CrimsonMoon]

She sticks out her tongue at him," You know nothing, Bishop. You know nothing beyond the south," and enters the small campsite

[deepwallow]

Bishop blinks and then chuckles, and eventually he erupts into hearty laughter, tears coursing down his face from laughing so hard. But even as he laughs, he struggles against his bonds, trying to break the rope that holds him by rubbing it against the wood to saw it down. And soon his laughter dies as well as he focuses to his task