KINGSLAYER.

this is a tiny bit late, but merry christmas to my wife @notwench​! you are the brienne to my jaime and thank you for existing. ♡

                         the air nearly burns his lungs, frigid and sharper than a knife. winter is coming, whispered the starks, and sure as the summer sun, it comes. the snow falls feet upon feet, burying all flowers and men alike, suffocating them in an endless white abyss. a part of him sorely longs for the greenery of kings landing, or what once was kings landing. it’s not likely i shall see it again, he thinks, though the thought doesn’t come as unnerving as it should. perhaps the starks are part wolf to stand such weather. she hardly seems bothered. sansa stark stands stronger than an oak, looking more like her mother than jaime recalls, though it feels a lifetime ago since they’d seen one another. i am a different man now, with this thought, he attempts in a light tone, ❛ lady sansa, the hour is growing late. wouldn’t it be best to rest? ❜ // @hiddensteel​  ♡’d.

        ❛ i thought you would have been long dead by now, clegane, ❜ the tone drips with lannister snark, all barbed words and sharpened teeth, a lion in his own right. it’s said with a nonchalance of conversations held in court, though the look reflected in his verdant gaze is less than friendly,   ❛ i cannot help but be terribly curious, why would the likes of you be interested in finding sansa stark? ❜ / @scndor​  ♡’d. 

               okay, i’m officially gonna do a starter call here and actually get some interactions out. hit the ♡ for a starter. 

                    ❛ you won’t be able to protect yourself should you continue, ❜ he insists, letting his concern harden his will,  ❛ what good is an oath if you die before it’s fulfilled, hm? and should you retrieve sansa, where exactly do you intend to go? the north may not be safe, and to travel when winter is so near is a death sentence. pray, tell me, lady brienne. tell me what you will do in this state. ❜ 

               hello just wanna let you know that jaime about to risk it all for his nephew-son. 

              ❛ and you will, my lady, ❜ there is something seething about her stubbornness in such a state, her refusal striking him like a well aimed blow. exertion bleeds out of her like a poorly patched wound, and the concern brimming at his edges calls for as much confusion as it does frustration.  ❛ you are in no state to protect her as you are. you can barely stand straight, let alone swing a sword. this is foolish. ❜