YOUR EYES, flowers of ice and snow.

 HOW YOU  ACHE FOR                             F R E E D O M.

The Night’s Watch is a joke to you, is it?! Is that what we are, Lannister? An army of jesters in black?!

“It’s really coming down out there.”

“I think we’re snowed in.”

“Come on, let’s play out in the snow!”

“I made a snow angel!”

“Ugh, I don’t want to shovel the walk.”

“It’s up to my knees out there.”

“Put on some gloves, you’re going to get frostbite.”

“SNOWBALL FIGHT!”

“I can’t remember the last time it’s snowed this much”

“I think the snow has the door jammed.”

“It’s a blizzard out there.”

“This house is on lock down. No one leaves until this storm has passed.”

“You can’t go out there! It’s a whiteout.”

“Can we build a snowman?”

“It’s too cold to be outside.”

“AH! Snow went down my back!”

“Let’s go sledding. Please?”

-gets buried by a falling pile of snow-

“Move over, you’re hogging all the heat!”

“Let me under your blanket.”

-crawls under blanket with-

“Cocoa?”

“We should go Ice skating!”

“I lost my boot in the snow!”

“I gotta say, skirts and knee high snow? They don’t mix well.”

“Go put on a coat!”

“Oh come on! I just shoveled and it’s already snowed over again.”

“It’ll look like a bloody murder, but I hear beet juice keeps the snow from sticking.”

“This is going to sound odd…but we may need to shovel the roof.”

“A sleigh ride in the snow! Oh, how romantic/fun!”

“Are you sure you’re bundled enough?”

“Everything is frozen over. I had to melt the doorknob just to get outside.”

“Wow it sure is cold.” 

-wraps arm around-

stark week day iii - one member (pre-asoiaf): brandon the builder