“You are not the only one with wounds, Lady Brienne”
My name is Death,
and the end is here.
“Come at once, she said. Help me. Save me. I need you now as I have never needed you before. I love you. I love you. I love you. Come at once.”
“Does my lord wish to answer?”
“No,” he said. “Put this in the fire.”
We don’t get to choose who we love.
Jaime’s head jerked round at the sound of a distant roar, faint but ferocious. It echoed off the walls of Harrenhal, and the laughter swelled up like the sea. All of a sudden, he knew what was happening. Have we come too late? His stomach did a lurch, and he slammed his spurs into his horse, galloping across the outer ward, beneath an arched stone bridge, around the Wailing Tower, and through the Flowstone Yard.
favourite asoiaf characters; Jaime Lannister
“It was that white cloak that soiled me, not the other way around.”
How can such a night be beautiful? he asked himself.
I colored this Brienne and Jaime sketch commission that I did during MoCCA! I waited to post it until the most recent episode aired because SPOILERS