#jaimerobb

[kythwena]

Ever since, he’d started having a new nightmare, one where it had worked, and he was staring down at Robb lying in a pool of spreading blood, his eyes closing, and Jaime ended up grabbing him in both arms howling no, no, don’t. After waking from it in a shaking cold sweat, Jaime became terrifyingly certain that he’d lost his mind, but he had no idea how to find it again.

Let The River Run by @astolat Part 18 of Game of Thrones works series

[kythwena]

Brienne was literally the only person he’d ever met in his entire life who didn't think he was insane, and she was clearly insane herself, so that wasn’t really much to lean on, was it.

Let The River Run by @astolat Part 18 of Game of Thrones works series

[kythwena]

The only minor diminishment of Jaime’s satisfaction was that Brienne had stopped being annoyed herself after the first day, and was only resigned about it now, as if she didn’t find it at all odd: yes, of course he was bent on a mad quixotic quest to fulfill the impossible demands of a woman who wanted him dead, just to piece together a few tattered shreds of his honor. It was the only thing to do, after all. And of course it was, but it annoyed him to have her take it so completely for granted. If she was going to believe him, she could at least have been a little bit impressed.

Let The River Run by @astolat Part 18 of Game of Thrones works series

[kythwena]

she’d had to find and use every advantage she had up to the utmost limit, because she was a woman who’d be fighting men.

Let The River Run by @astolat Part 18 of Game of Thrones works series

[kythwena]

you’re the one who can do something about it, about him. Not just for yourself, but for your sisters. For everyone,” she added, with sudden force. “For every woman in this realm, who knows that the man who rules us thinks of us as cattle and whores, and that he’ll send us and our children to torment and slaughter without a second thought, as easily as if he really were a wild beast, ravening the weak.

Let The River Run by @astolat Part 18 of Game of Thrones works series

[kythwena]

Jaime tried not to feel grateful to her as they led him away from the wolf and to his prison cell, but oh, he was, he was.

Let The River Run by @astolat Part 18 of Game of Thrones works series

[kythwena]

Jaime didn’t like it. He loved it, but he didn’t like it at all.

Let The River Run by @astolat Part 18 of Game of Thrones works series

[kythwena]

Jaime still had no idea what he was thinking, but it was an enormous relief to know what he was doing

Let The River Run by @astolat Part 18 of Game of Thrones works series

[kythwena]

Robb was ashamedly worried about what Arya had said—or rather, he was worried without any shame for her sake. She might not be sickened with despair, but he realized now that she’d swallowed another kind of poison, too much anger boiling in her belly, and he had to do more to help her cool it.

Let The River Run by @astolat Part 18 of Game of Thrones works series

[kythwena]

The enemy’s strength is a gift. When it is offered, you must accept it with grace; you must carry it away with you

Let The River Run by @astolat Part 18 of Game of Thrones works series

[kythwena]

In some part of him, he’d been dismissive of it: womanish thinking, to fear war and death, and let it make you bend; to think of soldiers as children, who had taken years of some woman’s labor to bring into the world and raise to manhood, instead of brave men who would ride behind you to battle.

Let The River Run by @astolat Part 18 of Game of Thrones works series

[kythwena]

“Well, I’m fucking him,” Jaime said, because what was the point in dragging it out, really. Tyrion’s eyes bulged, and then he folded his lips together over visible outrage—possibly just rage, actually—and spent several long minutes breathing through his nose before he took a swig from the wine and then put down his glass and said through his teeth, “Anything else?” “I might more or less have sworn fealty to him.” Tyrion let his head fall back against the chair and banged it softly a few times. “Jaime, would you please explain to me what you think you’re doing? Are you trying to make yourself miserable for the rest of your life?” Jaime swallowed against a hard knot of unshed tears in his throat, a deep sharp stab of pain, and said, raggedly, “No, actually. Just—trying to be happy. For a very little part of it,” and Tyrion’s whole face fell, straight out of anger and exasperation and into a deep, sorrowful sympathy, far worse and harder to bear; Jaime had to turn away from him and go stare out the window.

Raised By Wolves by @astolat

[kythwena]

My mother loves the Seven. When she prays to the Mother, it gives her comfort, sometimes even joy. I don’t love my gods. I honor them, and I respect them, and I’m grateful to them, but they drive hard bargains. And they have to, because they’re real, and that means the world binds them as it does us.

Raised By Wolves by @astolat