#beloveds

Ah the wonders of parenthood

repeatedly calls the fool “my fool”

calls the fool by his true name “beloved” in moments of intimacy and intense emotion

refused to leave the fool’s body behind in aslevjal because he knows how much the fool hated the cold

feels more life-ending, soul-destroying grief over the loss of the fool than he did over the man who raised him

searched for and carried the fool’s filthy, battered and broken dead body through endless corridors of ice and emptiness for an indeterminable amount of time (likely days)

spoke to the fool’s body as if he were still alive and would respond to him as he carried him and wept over him

refused to put the fool’s body down even at risk of taking bodily harm from the pale woman

took the fool’s body to be cremated at the rooster crown square because that’s where he felt one of his most intense connections to him

cleaned his brutalised body of blood and filth because he knew the fool hated to be in any way dirty and he refused to let him be cremated while dirty

called the fool “fitzchivalry farseer” almost immediately after finding out it’s a tradition from the fool’s birthplace to pronounce complete devotion and love

then literally fought AGAINST TIME AND DEATH to try to take the fool’s death as his own and swap his own life for the fool’s

also fitz: “i wrapped my arms around my friend”

“Her arms are on fire, her lips are on fire, the sun is on fire. Oh, she could fall for this man forever.”