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@notwench
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oathkeeper – he named the sword. i have to try to save her … or die in the attempt.
est. 30052019.
AT TIMES SHE WOULD PRAY TO THE SEVEN for a mind of wit. she would pray that words would come easy to her , glide out of her tongue with ease but her tongue proves to be too thick; a tangled useless thing . her good lady’s grief was palpable and brienne half - wished this were a battle with a foe to cut--an evil to rid of. it would be simpler if it was , wouldn’t it ? a sword would be the only thing that she needed . but life was anything but simple , and her good lady required sweet words, not strong hands . sweet words that brienne struggled to provide .
her hand reached out hesitantly. “ my lady.” brienne said, “ i--there are no words . if i could--avenge your sons, i would... and your daughters... my lady, mayhaps there is--” she reddened. her hand withdrew and curled into a fist, “ if there is a way--some way, that they could be returned to you free of harm ... i would...
if i could do anything for you , anything that will help you reunite with your lost children , i will do it, i will . you would need only to say so . “
for catelyn / @aclashofmuses | sc.
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brienne the blue.
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Would who she was, who she really was, be enough? —Cinderella (2015)
favorite character meme ⚔️ brienne of tarth - books [½]: a feast for crows
Brienne could have told him more about the perils of the roads than he might have cared to know. “I thank you, ser, but I have no need of your protection.”
“I insist. A true knight must defend the gentler sex.”
She touched her sword hilt. “This will defend me, ser.”
brienne has appeared !! what to do ??
pet ravish run away confess
stole from @talltalkr !!
mxnofhonour | SER JAIME LANNISTER.
She pulls back so suddenly, it near startles him. In one moment, all he knew was the feel of her lips on his. In the next, she was a foot away, staring at him.
Without any semblance of doubt, Brienne of Tarth is the ugliest thing the Gods had thrust upon the world. But those eyes that stare into his own….guiless sapphires as blue as the ocean which threatens to drown him. They remind him of home, of the waves that crashed into the cliffs below Casterly Rock. Oft times had he jumped into those waters, despite knowing the dangers. Despite the fears. Despite his mother scolding him each time she found him dripping wet on his return to the castle.
Brienne is exactly like the ocean, he decides. Like to sweep him away. But he knows he wants this.
“Forgive me,” he speaks eventually, suddenly unable to look upon her with the ease at which he once had. “I have offended you, my lady. But I swear to you…I have no ill intent. I swear it by the Seven.”
SHE IS COLORED IN SHADES OF CRIMSON THAT ONE ---- almost a mocking statement of the proud lannister red the lions liked to prance around in . it is ridiculous at how little he made her feel . how her eyes were wide and scandalized , her heart set in a erratic beat like a rabbit mid - hunt . the room itself , even , seemed to bind and trap her growing smaller each time she took a step back till the corner of a drawer bumps her heel and she was forced to stand her ground .
sweet --yes , the little kiss was sweet that much brienne would admit but it is the taste that follows after sends her in disarray . the bitter memory of highgarden ; ser hyle and mullendore and their cruel little game ; the bloody mummers , vargo hoat with and that old maester qyburn--inspecting her like she’s cattle ready for slaughter ; and him too jaime---confusing as he is . a contradictory of a man . he is cruel one shade then sincere the next , mocking with a piercing smile then protecting--in his own way--with gentler words than she could ever imagine . and perhaps what hurts the most is in the time that she had been with him , in the times that she had seem him in his lowest ; when he was nothing but that shambling man with rot wrung around his neck willing for the stars to claim him , brienne had grown to care for him . and now , it seemed , that care had grown and prospered . and now she cared enough --or mayhaps , too much --- for this to upset her . and now she cared for the afterwards , cared enough for his own affair to know that this little sentiment cannot be repeated --his heart was to another -- and she cared enough to know it’ll despair in her days as she already misses the way his lips pressed , stroked , and tasted on her own .
like wine turning sour on the broad of her tongue but never in her life had she been more sober .
“ don’t tell me what to feel . “ snapped brienne . her head was hung low as her eyes felt too shy to seek for his , like he could blind her with how green his were . she swallowed , and counted four to six second , stealing away a moment of peace before she willed herself to look at him again . was this the calm that came before the storm ? “ what were your -- what did you intend then ? was it to make sure i would keep my word ? because i would , ser , even if it isn’t for you -- and even if i do not take that sword of yours , i would still keep the vow , and i would still find the girl . “
“ i don’t need you to --i am not some -- i am not a lady for you to give your kisses to , most especially when you--when you already have another . “ she reddened by the end , and most absurdly , felt her eyes started to sting . she had felt humiliation in her past but it was never like this .
damagecompiilation | RENLY BARATHEON.
@notwench liked for a lyrical starter.
“If they could see us they would tell us that we’re crazy but I know they just don’t understand.”
IF ONLY THEY COULD SEE YOU --- she would say , but the words slips out of her throat before they can reach her tongue and she smiled a pressing smile to suffice for the silence . “ you will make them see . “ said brienne . she was half glad for the helm . it would do no good to present herself looking flustered in front of him clad in mail , steel , and all . a ridiculous sight indeed . “ they don’t understand now , but once you have shown them your will , they will see , and they will understand . you are the better king--the rightful one . “
“ i - i believe it . truly . “
anyway not to yearn in this wednesday night but i would like to take the time and this empty dash to talk about romance and brienne and her shit taste and the fact that she’s always falling for unattainable pretty men
brienne is ... baby .
brienne feels conscious anytime that she smiles . she’s hyper-aware of how much her lips look when it’s stretched , or if she’s showing off her teeth or how her cheeks looks wider than they already are . when she’s smiling it’s always pressed little things that looks very stiff--almost close to grimacing . however , in the rare chances that she does smile and grin--it’s very toothy and wide , and her mouth is open , teeth are out and her blue eyes glimmers and gleams ; akin to the way the light dances on the sapphire seas , rivaling even the night star and the rest of the constellations .
couragetaught | SANSA STARK.
@notwench pressed ♡ for a starter
“I must confess, though I do feel braver now, the thought of facing Ramsay again also terrifies me,” Sansa confided in her most trusted protector. Under Brienne’s tutelage, Sansa had learned much about defending herself and was far more confident with her dagger than she’d been at first. Still, even if it quelled the fear a bit, it didn’t stop the nightmares. Sansa woke in a cold sweat nearly every night, and though she did not always remember the specifics of her nightmares, she always knew what they were about.
“Will I ever truly escape him?”
HER OWN FEATURES SOFTENS A LITTLE , melting through the hard lines riddled on her countenance . it must be so terribly difficult , brienne thought , to have lived in your own walls yet the familiar warmth of it snatched away . bolton’s men were cruel by the man was crueler--that much brienne knew--and she shuddered to think the atrocities he had painted on winterfell’s grey walls . cruel men were nothing new in war , and whilst brienne had her fair share of them , her heart still softened and waned at the sight of the aftermath they wrought . “ i don’t know , my lady . “ brienne said gently , her own hand reaches for sansa’s ; a gentle squeeze , a pressed smile with the furrowed brow . soft words and soft touches were meaningless to open wounds but a part of her--a silly part of her ; the one still clinging on girlish dreams-- hoped that it would soothe them all the same . “ but i know that my vows are my own ; and i promise you that i’ll protect you from any harm that will come your way . he will not come for you again , nor would his men nor his name--not while i still stand . “
a soft sigh passes from her lips and she lets go of her hand . she said , after a moment of pause and hesitation , “ i am---i am only sorry that i had not come sooner . “
starblcssd | MARGAERY TYRELL.
pain, she is more than capable of enduring. margaery has braved it before — falls from trees, bruises from overenthusiastic brothers, joffrey’s hand on her arm gripping a bit too hard… no, it is not pain which puts a shade over her eyes, or drains all the color from her face. t e r r o r is a much more lethal drug.
‘ i’m alright — oh, don’t ruin your gown. ’ how absurd, to be thinking of gowns at a time like this! another ripple of pain reverberates through her, nearly taking margaery off her feet. ‘ i… i think i must sit down, ’ she manages, biting back a gasp.
THE RED BLOOMED ARDENTLY matching the spring roses adorning the walls of highgarden . red like roses and more lethal , snatching away the pretty colors that once sat on margaery’s cheeks . it made her stomach flip .
“ it’s just a gown . “ brienne said , and she sat lady margaery down gently on the sofa as if she was carrying something delicate; a glass ornament between her two thick hands . she held back the flinch from the little rose’s grasp . pity was the least of what brienne wanted to show , but her face had always been so very open and it was painted with concern , alarm and everything in between . a thousand questions sprung to mind ; a thousand words to say and two thousand to ask but nothing but the plainest one tumbles out of her lips ; “ are you--” the absurdity of the question makes her stop--of course she wasn’t alright. there are times when her head was thicker than the very Wall , and she cursed herself for being so daft .
so brienne said instead, as she ripped more fabric from her satin gown--no losses there ; it was soiled to begin with---then placed it into margaery’s wound , “ this would help stop the bleeding . are you hurt anywhere else ? your arm ? your leg ? tell me . i will get you a maester soon---but you must tell me . “