[center][h1] [color=82ca9d]Ingrid Ryan[/color] [/h1][/center]
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Ingrid looked over at Jon and smiled softly. She splayed her hands across his chest feeling his soft chest hair in her fingers. She was beyond just happy, she felt almost like she hadn't spent the last two months living in a nightmare. She had not had any hope left that there were decent people in the world left. So many dying and murdering like it was as normal as eating dinner was. It had made her stay on top of her game but it had also made her leary of people. Walkers had been predictable at least. People had turned violent and deadly in the worst ways imaginable. 

Ingrid took in Jon's scent and smiled to herself. They had exhausted each other and as his steady breaths sounded like music to her ears she whispered to him. [color=39b54a]"I love you Jon Snow for claiming me as your woman."[/color] In his sleep his arms pulled her deeper into his embrace and she fell asleep with a smile upon her lips.

[@kurai assassin]