“You want her? Go get her.”
So he did.
how many people do you kow that would willingly throw themselves into a pit to fight a bear left-handed with a wooden sword to save someone else
how do you not call this love, I don’t care if it’s platonic or not, consumed or not, whatever. ffs, how is this not anything but love
Jaime & Brienne
What does it matter?
C’mon HBO, where’s my spin-off series.
WHOAH CAN I JUST JKSFHSDCF
(tho I will point out that she looks real pretty in that pink dress when she was supposed to look hideous/ridiculous in it—- but idgaf because it’s Gwendoline and I love her <3 and my heart is just melting like lkjdfklhasljd)
This was a commission for Erik from Awesome Con that I colored! Brienne and Jaime are the new Hulkeye, plan accordingly.
“Jaime,” Brienne whispered, so faintly he thought he was dreaming it. “Jaime, what are you doing?”
“Dying,” he whispered back.
“No,” she said, “no, you must live.”
He wanted to laugh. “Stop telling me what do, wench. I’ll die if it pleases me.”
“Are you so craven?”
The word shocked him. He was Jaime Lannister, a knight of the Kingsguard, he was the Kingslayer. No man had ever called him craven. Other things they called him, yes; oathbreaker, liar, murderer. They said he was cruel, treacherous, reckless. But never craven. “What else can I do, but die?”
“Live,” she said, “live, and fight, and take revenge.”