DAMABLANCA

MARY BENNET & TOM HAYWARD ❤️

Psychological warfare à la Louis de Pointe du Lac

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The moonlight glimmered pale upon the stump where Jaime had rested his head.

“Do you believe in ghosts, Maester?” he asked Qyburn.”

The man’s face grew strange. “Once, at the Citadel, I came into an empty room and saw an empty chair. Yet I knew a woman had been there, only a moment before. The cushion was dented where she’d sat, the cloth was still warm, and her scent lingered in the air. If we leave our smells behind us when we leave a room, surely something of our souls must remain when we leave this life?”

Jaime ran his fingers through his hair. “Walton,” he said, “saddle the horses. I want to go back.”

“Back?” Steelshanks regarded him dubiously.

He thinks I’ve gone mad. And perhaps I have. “I left something at Harrenhal.”

[...] get me a frame of pretty green eyes again.

“Why am I [telling Brienne this]? I am not myself”

“Why should I care [about Brienne]?”

“Gods know why I bother [with trying to comfort Brienne]”

“Unbidden, his thoughts [went to Brienne]”

“I’ve been too long away [from Cersei, that’s the only reasonable explanation why I’ve been checking Brienne out from my first pov chapter and why I popped a boner when I saw her naked]”

Jaime Lannister

And then:

Next chapter, he’s no longer allowed near the lads 😬

Henry VI part 1, Act 1 Scene 2