â the fallen manâs heart must have leapt into his throat at the sight of brienne taking several steps towards him. it was her embrace, her acceptance, her FORGIVENESS that he craved more than anything else. new tears coated his cheeks now, but they were derived of more pleasant emotions. RELIEF and gladness to be granted re-entry into her emotional and physical spaces. âi love you, my lady,â he proclaimed, eyes shining with adoration that he, too, had always felt, but that he had not consistently allowed himself to demonstrate. âyou saved me more on that day than i saved you,â he insisted warmly, before her strong arms wrapped around him. and just like that, the man felt SAFE again. intertwined with his beloved, often grateful that she stood taller than him. he could almost HEAR his little brotherâs gentle teasing. he could almost hear TYRIONâS words. to climbing mountains. to loving strong, empowered, beautiful female knights, JAIME thought, as if he could telepathize his thoughts to the smallest lion, wherever he may roam. âi missed you, too, brienne,â he breathed into her shoulder, taking in all that she was for as long as he could. she smelled good, he realized. it was a familiar scent to him, but CLEANER. how dreadful the both of them must have reeked over their years on battlefields. he pulled away several seconds later, but only so that he could observe her. holding her hands in his own, jaime never removed his gaze from her own. âdo i have your permission to KISS you?â he asked. âi have missed the feel of your lips against mine desperately.âÂ
âhow could i have saved you that day?â then again, she didnât doubt it. jaime was a broken man during that time. he was ready to give up but she wouldnât allow it. âand i love you, ser jaime.â she hummed softly before she unwrapped her arms from around him. this felt odd. this connection. she had never experienced before jaime and it still felt odd. but she didnât hate it surprisingly. when he asked permission to kiss her, she felt a faint blush come across her cheeks. brienne of tarth wasnât one to be bashful. the only other time she ever had blushed was their night together. she didnât answer him, just looked at him. the look lasted a minute or two before she took a bold step. she stepped out of her comfort zone and before she knew it; she was the one to kiss him.