#ofbreaking

[starkmatriarch]

@ofbreaking answered your question:I’m here! Also, question; should I change my...

ooc// Really whatever you’re comfortable with, but winterfellmatriarch is an awesome URL ngl

I’ve had it saved for a while, haha. 

[untame]

Jaime: I like Brienne. Who is ugly.

Them: Brienne is ugly.

Jaime: How DARE you say that.

[sunofdorne]

❛ brush ❜

; send me ❛ brush ❜ for my character's reaction to your character running their fingers through my character's hair.

It was strange for a contact, at first. Intimate. Yet she did not dislike it, and therefore did not stop Jaime.

She was tired, and she had been nervous, but his touch relaxed her. She smiled softly at him and closed her eyes, soon falling asleep.

[southronflower]

❝ aim higher in case you fall short .❞

Hunger Games Trilogy || Starters [accepting]

           Should she fall short, she would aim higher,                              but why would she fall short (?)            “Mother said we are as much  Lannisters              as we are B  A  R  A  T   H   E   O   N   S;              lions do not fall s h o r t, do they, uncle?”

[cerseilionesslannister]

          “Which one of you borrowed my favorite cardigan?           It’s all stretched out so I k n o w it was one of you.”

[tullybraided-blog]

@ofbreaking

      “ I don’t like you.” Lysa told him, flatly. Jaime Lannister, a golden lion ( it was a titan she wanted. )  The fish and the lion, how queer     how awful. “I don’t like you and you are ugly.” He was too tall, too muscular; it was a short and nimble man she longed for. “I shan’t give you any sons     if you dare to touch me I’ll sever your manhood on the spot, lannister.” 

[cerseilionesslannister]

@ofbreaking

"Too cold,” Cersei murmurs, rolling onto her back, head propped up against the great pile of pillows behind them.  “But,” and as if to prove the point, she draws a  fur  ‘round her naked flesh,  “the chambers the Starks have set up for  us  are quite  cozy. More so now that they are shared with such pleasant company,  of which, it seems, the North is as devoid of as sunshine.”

She  grins,  leaning  over  to plant a kiss against her  brother’s  jaw,  and  settles back  against  him, savoring the feel of his skin on hers.  These  slow,  unhurried mornings  are rare, but in Winterfell, with Rhaegar off at the bastard’s side  and Jaime’s new wife so set upon solitude, they can be truly enjoyed. “Lady Brienne must  enjoy  it  here. As frigid as she is. You know, I don’t believe  she  likes  me much, though I cannot imagine why.”