"But the pale light of dawn had put the glint of gold back in his hair. "I would offer you my sword, but I seem to have mislaid it."

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"But the pale light of dawn had put the glint of gold back in his hair. "I would offer you my sword, but I seem to have mislaid it."
ok I translated the thing that was a start of my jaithur phase
(it's still not over) (every single time I try to write a braime fic I end up writing a jaithur fic) (HELP)
I blame Jasmine from Aladdin and Evelyn from The Mummy for Jaime's outfit.
Jaime: You two can play together, I’ve had a cup already, that’s enough. Tyrion: Relax and have a drink, you're not on duty. Jaime: Oh, so you thought I never abused drinking because I was in the Kingsguard? Oh, my sweet summer child. Tyrion: Why, you have some embarrassing story to tell? Jaime: The last time I got drunk, I cried and swore my eternal love to Arthur Dayne. For forty minutes, while he was dragging me from the tavern in the Dornish quarter to the Red Keep.
The Knighting of Jaime Lannister
jaime had always stared at the stars, even if he could never remember their names, and arthur had not been an exception—visible during day and night, he shone brighter at dawn than at any other point of the day. a time of lingering hands and lips in places they didn’t need to be.
“let me help,” jaime muttered, his arm stretching across the pillow to the backlit form of arthur getting dressed. he could tell arthur smiled in the way he shook his head slightly, “you’d be the opposite of help.”
happy birthday gift for @bastilledays !!