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as previously established by Everything I've Ever Written there is nothing i love more than reading about two people arguing for 40,000 pages. grrm has sniped my by pitting 2 of the most stubborn asoiaf characters against each other for half the asoiaf series...they are basically worldstar ultimate smackdowning each other for all of ADWD. compiled for my own enjoyment. thank you

1.
"The stones of those forts are mortared with the blood and bones of my brothers, long dead. I cannot give them to you."
"Cannot or will not?" The cords in the king's neck stood out, sharp as swords. "I offered you a name"
"I have a name, Your Grace."
"Snow. Was a name ever more ill-omened?" Stannis touched his sword hilt. "Just who do you imagine that you are?"

2.
"Don't prate your words at me." Stannis drew the blade he called Lightbringer. "Here is your sword in the darkness." Light rippled up and down the blade, now red, now yellow, now orange, painting the king's face in harsh, bright hues. "Even a green boy should be able to see that. Are you blind?"

3.
"You are bold enough, Snow, I grant you that, but you're mad if you think my men will take the black."
"They can wear any color cloak they choose, so long as they obey my officers as they would your own."

4.
"I am no lord, sire." Jon rose. "I know what you have heard. That I am a turncloak, and craven. That I slew my brother Qhorin Halfhand so the wildlings would spare my life. That I rode with Mance Rayder, and took a wildling wife."
"Aye, all that and more. You are a warg too, they say, a skinchanger who walks at night as a wolf." King Stannis had a hard smile. "How much of it is true?"

5.
Stannis gave a curt nod. "Your father was a man of honor. He was no friend to me, but I saw his worth. Your brother was a rebel and a traitor who meant to steal half my kingdom, but no man can question his courage. What of you?"
Does he want me to say I love him? Jon's voice was stiff and formal as he said, "I am a man of the Night's Watch."

6.
"Your brother was the rightful Lord of Winterfell. If he had stayed home and done his duty, instead of crowning himself and riding off to conquer the Riverlands, he might be alive today. Be that as it may. You are not Robb, no more than I am Robert."
The harsh words had blown away whatever sympathy he might have had for Stannis. "I loved my brother," Jon said.
"And I mine. Yet they were what they were, and so are we. I am the only true king in Westoros, north or south. And you are Ned Stark's bastard." Stannis studied him with those dark blue eyes. "Your father's lands are bleeding. What is needed is a Lord of Winterfell. A loyal Lord of Winterfell."
He is looking at me, Jon thought, stunned. "Winterfell is no more. Theon Greyjoy put it to the torch."
"Granite does not burn so easily," Stannis said. "I need a son of Eddard Stark to win them to my banner."
He would make me Lord of Winterfell. The wind was gusting, and Jon felt so lightheaded he was half afraid it would blow him off the Wall. "Your Grace," he said. "You forget. I am a Snow, not a Stark."
"It's you who are forgetting," King Stannis replied.

7.
"Just once you might try to give me an answer that might please me, Lord Snow," the king grumbled.
"I would hope the truth would please you, Sire."

Bonus quote from Melisandre:
The red woman walked beside Jon down the steps. "His Grace is growing fond of you."
"I can tell. He only threatened to behead me twice."

in these trying quarantined times i have gathered more damning evidence against jon snow in the name of bisexual trutherism. he banged ygritte so i only have to establish that he also is into men. thank you. i present: satin

The boy claimed to be eighteen, older than Jon, but he was green as summer grass for all that. Satin, they called him, even in the wool and mail and boiled leather of the Night's Watch; the name he'd gotten in the brothel where he'd been born and raised. He was pretty as a girl with his dark eyes, soft skin, and raven's ringlets. Half a year at Castle Black had toughened up his hands, however, and Noye said he was passable with a crossbow.

okay first of all literally assigned hoe at birth, second of all "pretty as a girl," third of all How Do You Know His Hands Were Soft And Also That They Aren't Anymore Jon?

"What do we do?" Satin shouted. / "We kill them," Jon shouted back, a black arrow in his hand. / No archer could have asked for an easier shot. The Thenns had their backs to the King's Tower. Both Jon and Satin chanced to choose the same target.

bitches who kill together etc etc...also same target basically the asoiaf equivalent of pacrim drifting TO ME!

Jon notched a fire arrow to his bowstring, and Satin lit it from the torch.

essentially the westoros equivalent of asking someone to light a cig for you

Jon asked Satin to help him down to the yard. His wounded leg hurt so badly he could hardly walk, even with the crutch. "Bring the torch," he told the boy from Oldtown. "I need to look for someone."

satin thirdwheeling jon crying over ygritte's dead body is objectively hilarious. like he is just standing there while jon has a breakdown over his time with the wildlings and the girl he broke his vows with

Jon prowled around Satin in a slow circle, sword in hand, forcing him to turn. "Get your shield up," he said. / "It's too heavy," the Oldtown boy complained. / "It's as heavy as it needs to be to stop a sword," Jon said. "Now get it up." He stepped forward, slashing. Satin jerked the shield up in time to catch the sword on it's rim, and swung his own blade at Jon's ribs. "That was good, but you need to put your body into it. Get your weight behind the steel and you'll do more damage than with arm strength alone. Come, try it again, drive at me, but keep the shield up or I'll ring your head like a bell." / Instead Satin took a step backwards and raised his visor. "Jon," he said anxiously. / When he turned, Melisandre was standing behind him, with half a dozen queen's men behind her.

1. MENTORSHIP 2. the layers of sexual innuendo here and 3. satin being one of the very few people at castle black that calls jon Jon instead of some mean shit and 4. melisandre crashing the party still sends. fun to note that the sentences that follow are basically jon's train of thought about her which is essentially, she's hot, but she freaks me out. represent!

im sure jon will commit more incriminating bisexual acts for satin in ADWD, but i also have miscellaneous evidence not pertaining to him

As he notched it to his string, he remembered something that Theon Greyjoy had once said after a hunt. "The boar can keep his tusks and the bear his claws," he had declared, smiling that way he did. "There's nothing half so mortal as a goose feather."

jon thinking of the guy responsible for the death of three of his brothers and still being like Zamn His Smile Tho is ºª•¶¥†ƒ¥¨ˆø∆˙. also the fact that he still associates the bow with theon...your gay

while i'm here we have to also acknowledge that the way stannis and jon talk + argue at the wall all the time honestly just reads as a really weird tension that usually isnt helped by melisandre also being there. that or i'm just people_who_hate_each_other fucker6000.

"I am no lord, sire." Jon rose. "I know what you have heard. That I am a turncloak, and craven. That I slew my brother Qhorin Halfhand so the wildlings would spare my life. That I rode with Mance Rayder, and took a wildling wife." / "Aye, all that and more. You are a warg too, they say, a skinchanger who walks at night as a wolf." King Stannis had a hard smile. "How much of it is true?"
Stannis gave a curt nod. "Your father was a man of honor. He was no friend to me, but I saw his worth. Your brother was a rebel and a traitor who meant to steal half my kingdom, but no man can question his courage. What of you?" / Does he want me to say I love him? Jon's voice was stiff and formal as he said, "I am a man of the Night's Watch."
"Your brother was the rightful Lord of Winterfell. If he had stayed home and done his duty, instead of crowning himself and riding off to conquer the riverlands, he might be alive today. Be that as it may. You are not Robb, no more than I am Robert." / The harsh words had blown away whatever sympathy might have had for Stannis. "I loved my brother," he said. / "And I mine. Yet they were what they were, and so are we. I am the only true king in Westoros, north or south. And you are Ned Stark's bastard." Stannis studied him with those dark blue eyes. "Your father's lands are bleeding. What is needed is a Lord of Winterfell. A loyal Lord of Winterfell." / He is looking at me, Jon thought, stunned. "Winterfell is no more. Theon Greyjoy put it to the torch." / "Granite does not burn so easily," Stannis said. (...) "I need a son of Eddard Stark to win them to my banner." / He would make me Lord of Winterfell. The wind was gusting, and Jon felt so lightheaded he was half afraid it would blow him off the Wall. "Your Grace," he said. "You forget. I am a Snow, not a Stark." / "It's you who are forgetting," King Stannis replied.

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