Beach Party Thread(Non-Canon)

[Darth Vader]

For a man like Jon Snow who'd felt nothing but a bitter cold for the majority of his lifespan, a place such as the beach was a surprisingly bizarre and almost alien change of pace.

It wasn't to say he was taking no enjoyment from it, though. Quite the contrary. He was enjoying something for once, laying back as he was, eyes closed with the scorching heat of the sun baring down on his naked abs. He could simply feel the world just pass by and time go on, and every worry and doubt he ever had just seemed to escape him. For the first time in a long time, Jon Snow felt at harmony and at peace, with both himself and everything that had happened.

He could just forget it all for once, even if he knew it wouldn't last.

Jon's head turned slightly, his toned, pallid-fleshed arms resting behind his head. The bastard's eyes narrowed a bit as he caught sight of some animal in the distance. Some kind of dog. It's fur was a snow white unlike the crisp yellow sand, making it stand out like a sore thumb. It seemed to be watching him, almost with some humanity to it. It was as if the animal knew who he was, or even recognised him.

Jon pushed himself to his feet, leaving his fur cloak sprawled out on the ground where he'd rested it in the first place. The nifty winter clothing accessory was just as useful as a resting beach towel, Jon was finding, and he had a good spot on the beach, besides. As huge as this bay seemed to be, Snow didn't want anyone coming along and filling up his space.

Jon began to walk closer and closer toward the animal, and as he neared, the beast seemed to do the same, skulking up to him on it's hind legs.

Jon's pupils dilated as he caught a better glance of it. Or him, should he say.

How could he have been so blind? That white fur, those pointed ears, those red eyes... Jon recognised them from anywhere. And his longtime companion looked just as big and grown as ever.

"Ghost..." Jon called out for the direwolf in slight surprise, but his shock steadily transitioned into happiness, his lips peering into a wide smile. "Come here!" the bastard encouraged him, waving him over. The white wolf complied, and prowled over to his owner, canine red eyes staring up at him. He seemed to be holding some kind of pink disc in his jaw.

"Where in Seven Hells have you been, boy..." Jon spoke with glee, shaking his head slightly with disbelief. His time in the Omniverse could hardly be called well-spent, and even months after his arrival, Jon Snow still couldn't fathom why he was here, what his purpose now was. Seeing a piece of home filled him with more happiness and joy anyone could ever understand.

One hand shot out to comfort Ghost behind the ears, but the other, however, grabbed for the disc, gently pulling it free from the direwolf's maw. He glanced over the object in his hand for some brief moments, twisting and turning it as he inspected every angle, nook and cranny the disc had to offer.

Jon looked back up, and he'd noted that Ghost had moved back a couple of inches, head dipping with his steps as if the animal was trying to signify something, or make something apparent. Jon stared back down at the disc...

And then a thought came to his mind.

Pulling his arm back, Jon took a few moments before slinging it back again, sending the disc soaring through the air with the flick of his wrist. Ghost dashed after it swiftly and with enthusiasm, the direwolf leaping up and catching the disc in his jaw mid-flight. The animal skulked back over to his owner, dropping the pink frisbee at Jon's feet.

Jon smirked. Not bad...