My entry for day 2 of Sansa Stark month: songs/poetry ✨
(inspired by an illustration @kellyvela mentioned on twitter ♥️)
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trying on a metaphor

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My entry for day 2 of Sansa Stark month: songs/poetry ✨
(inspired by an illustration @kellyvela mentioned on twitter ♥️)
“I’ve lost a hand, a father, a son, a sister, and a lover, and soon enough I will lose a brother. And yet they keep telling me House Lannister has won this war.”
for havishan
Ghibli’s ASOIAF
Ser Jaime Lannister was twin to Queen Cersei; tall and golden, with flashing green eyes and a smile that cut like a knife. He wore crimson silk, high black boots, a black satin cloak. On the breast of his tunic, the lion of his House was embroidered in gold thread, roaring its defiance. They called him the Lion of Lannister to his face and whispered “Kingslayer” behind his back. Jon found it hard to look away from him. This is what a king should look like, he thought to himself as the man passed.
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“You have five trueborn children,” Jon said. “Three sons, two daughters. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord.” Bran saw his father’s face change, saw the other men exchange glances. He loved Jon with all his heart at that moment. Even at seven, Bran understood what his brother had done. The count had come right only because Jon had omitted himself. He had included the girls, included even Rickon, the baby, but not the bastard who bore the surname Snow, the name that custom decreed be given to all those in the north unlucky enough to be born with no name of their own.
BY INTHEAIRWEWILLLOOKMONSTROUS
"Beauty,” whispered the willows on the bank, but the reeds said, “freak, freak."
It was more a picture than a proper coat of arms, and the sight of it took her back through the long years, to the cool dark of her father’s armory. She remembered how she’d run her fingertips across the cracked and fading paint, over the green leaves of the tree, and along the path of the falling star. - AFFC Brienne II.
Brienne of Tarth by Iacopo Donati
“Guards!” he heard the wench shout. “The Kingslayer!”
Jaime, he thought, my name is Jaime.
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pre. game of thrones ♔ Catelyn Stark
“…And when Brandon was murdered and Father told me I must wed his brother, I did so gladly, though I never saw Ned’s face until our wedding day. I gave my maidenhood to this solemn stranger and sent him off to his war and his king and the woman who bore him his bastard, because I always did my duty.”
When you love a person, there’s always a tiny part of you that’s terrified that one day you’re gonna lose them. (insp)
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Brienne and Jaime but made by Studio Ghibli
“ The kingsroad would be faster.” Jaime was anxious to return to Cersei as quickly as he could. (Jaime VI ASOS).
“I have a gift for you.” He reached down under the Lord Commander’s chair and brought it out, wrapped in folds of crimson velvet.
Brienne approached as if the bundle was like to bite her, reached out a huge freckled hand, and flipped back a fold of cloth. Rubies glimmered in the light. ”There was a time that I would have given my right hand to wield a sword like that. Now it appears I have, so the blade is wasted on me. Take it.” Before she could think to refuse, he went on. “A sword so fine must bear a name. It would please me if you would call this one Oathkeeper. - Jaime, A Storm of Swords