#asoiaf parallel

[weirwoodking]

You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you … and I need both of you, gods help me."

- Arya II, A Game of Thrones

When he thought of his daughters, he would have wept gladly, but the tears would not come. Even now, he was a Stark of Winterfell, and his grief and his rage froze hard inside him.

When he kept very still, his leg did not hurt so much, so he did his best to lie unmoving. For how long he could not say. There was no sun and no moon.

- Eddard XV, A Game of Thrones

[christabellanikolai]

6x05//7x07

[weirwoodking]

Every Time the Stark Siblings Think of Robb with Snowflakes In His Hair

He looked around at all the noise and confusion. "Leaving is harder than I thought."

"For me too," Robb said. He had snow in his hair, melting from the heat of his body.

- Jon II, A Game of Thrones

He remembered the day he had left Winterfell, all the bittersweet farewells; Bran lying broken, Robb with snow in his hair, Arya raining kisses on him after he'd given her Needle.

- Jon V, A Game of Thrones

He remembered Robb as he had last seen him, standing in the yard with snow melting in his auburn hair.

- Jon IX, A Game of Thrones

Arya didn't know how much Robb would pay for her, though. He was a king now, not the boy she'd left at Winterfell with snow melting in his hair.

- Arya VII, A Storm of Swords

She had last seen snow the day she'd left Winterfell. That was a lighter fall than this, she remembered. Robb had melting flakes in his hair when he hugged me, and the snowball Arya tried to make kept coming apart in her hands.

- Sansa VII, A Storm of Swords

The cold trickles on his face reminded Jon of the day he'd bid farewell to Robb at Winterfell, never knowing that it was for the last time. "And pull your hood up. The snowflakes are melting in your hair."

- Jon II, A Dance with Dragons

"I am the Lord of Winterfell," Jon screamed. It was Robb before him now, his hair wet with melting snow.

- Jon XII, A Dance with Dragons

He thought of Robb, with snowflakes melting in his hair.

- Jon XIII, A Dance with Dragons

[weirwoodking]

“The wolf blood.” Arya remembered now. “I’ll be as strong as Robb. I said I would.”

- Arya X, A Clash of Kings

I am the blood of the dragon. I must be strong.

- Daenerys VI, A Storm of Swords

[...] my brother will kill you, he’s a Stark, he’s more wolf than man, and so am I.

- Arya VIII, A Clash of Kings

“They are dragons, Quentyn.” Dany stood on her toes and kissed him lightly, once on each cheek. “And so am I.”

- Daenerys VIII, A Dance with Dragons

[weirwoodking]

"I can be strong too. I can be as strong as Robb."

- Arya II, A Game of Thrones

"The wolf blood." Arya remembered now. "I'll be as strong as Robb. I said I would."

- Arya X, A Clash of Kings

I'm a prince of the north, a Stark of Winterfell, almost a man grown, I have to be as brave as Robb.

- Bran IV, A Storm of Swords

I must be brave, like Robb, she told herself.

- Sansa IV, A Storm of Swords

Younger Stark kids + being like Robb

[weirwoodking]

I will not be afraid, she told herself, but it was too late for that. I will not let them see my fear, she promised herself instead.

Brienne VIII, A Feast for Crows

In the smoldering red pits of Drogon's eyes, Dany saw her own reflection. How small she looked, how weak and frail and scared. I cannot let him see my fear.

Daenerys IX, A Dance with Dragons

[weirwoodking]

Dany raised the glass to her lips. The first sip tasted like ink and spoiled meat, foul, but when she swallowed it seemed to come to life within her. She could feel tendrils spreading through her chest, like fingers of fire coiling around her heart, and on her tongue was a taste like honey and anise and cream, like mother’s milk and Drogo’s seed, like red meat and hot blood and molten gold. It was all the tastes she had ever known, and none of them… and then the glass was empty.

-Daenerys IV, A Clash of Kings

He ate.

It had a bitter taste, though not so bitter as acorn paste. The first spoonful was the hardest to get down. He almost retched it right back up. The second tasted better. The third was almost sweet. The rest he spooned up eagerly. Why had he thought that it was bitter? It tasted of honey, of new-fallen snow, of pepper and cinnamon and the last kiss his mother ever gave him. The empty bowl slipped from his fingers and clattered on the cavern floor.

-Bran III, A Dance with Dragons

shade of the evening (made from black trees with blue leaves) vs weirwood paste (made from white trees with red leaves)

[weirwoodking]

High in the halls of the kings who are gone, Jenny would dance with her ghosts . . .

- Epilogue, A Storm of Swords

"I don't dance." The Prince of Winterfell had been a graceful dancer, but Reek with his missing toes would be grotesque.

- The Turncloak, A Dance with Dragons

There are ghosts in Winterfell. And I am one of them.

- The Turncloak, A Dance with Dragons

He was trapped here, with the ghosts. The old ghosts from the crypts and the younger ones that he had made himself, Mikken and Farlen, Gynir Rednose, Aggar, Gelmarr the Grim, the miller's wife from Acorn Water and her two young sons, and all the rest. My work. My ghosts.

- A Ghost in Winterfell, A Dance with Dragons

Jenny of Oldstones + Theon Greyjoy