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Sansa Stark is born with a soulmark… a long sword, at least a hand and a half, running down the top of her spine. and though there is a wolf head on the hilt, it is not one anyone in the Stark family recognizes. even though she cannot see it, she runs her finger down it sometimes when she is brushing out her hair and wonders if someday her true love will be the one to brush her hair aside and kiss here there. on the place that marks her as his. on the place that makes him hers.
Jon Snow was born with out a soulmark… another punishment from the Gods, he assumes, for being born a bastard. it is was what really convinces him to join the Night’s Watch in the end, he was truly meant to take no wife. after his brothers kill him and Melisandre brings him back, soulmates and soulmarks and everlasting love could not be further from Jon’s mind. it’s not until he gathers the courage to look at himself in the mirror and assess the damage wrought on his body that he see’s it: a small white bird, almost like a dove, with wings spread wide. it sits right above the scar they gave him when they stabbed him in the heart.
when they are reunited at Castle Black and Jon gathers Sansa into his arms, they both feel it. the warmth that shoots down Sansa’s spine like a lightning bolt, and makes Jon’s heart beat in a way he hasn’t felt since The Red Witch awakened him from the dead.
he might not have needed her in his last life, but he will need her everyday in this one. when the nights seem longest and all seems lost, she keeps the hope alive in his heart. she is his dream of spring.