“There’s a beast in every man, and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand.”
Remember me, for we shall meet again.
Run, you clever boy. And remember.
asoiaf meme, day 2: a scene you are looking forward to (2/2) → Snow on the Eyrie
The snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. All color had fled the world outside. It was a place of whites and blacks and greys. White towers and white snow and white statues, black shadows and black trees, the dark grey sky above. A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here.
Sansa drifted past the frosted shrubs and thin dark trees, and wondered if she were still dreaming. Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks….She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.
asoiaf meme, day 2: a scene you are looking forward to (1/2) → Jon and Ygritte in the Cave
“I love the smell of you,” he said. “I love your red hair. I love your mouth, and the way you kiss me. I love your smile. I love your teats.” He kissed them, one and then the other. “I love your skinny legs, and what’s between them.” He knelt to kiss her there, lightly on her mound at first, but Ygritte moved her legs apart a little, and he saw the pink inside and kissed that as well, and tasted her.
She gave a little gasp. “If you love me all so much, why are you still dressed?” she whispered. “You know nothing, Jon Snow. Noth-oh. Oh. OHHH.”
Hello, old friend. And here we are. You and me, on the last page.