From behind came a great splash. Jaime whirled toward the sound … but the faint light revealed only Brienne of Tarth, her hands bound in heavy chains. “I swore to keep you safe,” the wench said stubbornly. “I swore an oath”. Naked, she raised her hands to Jaime. “Ser. Please. If you would be so good.”
The light was so dim that Jaime could scarcely see her, though they stood a scant few feet apart. In this light she could almost be a beauty, he thought. In this light she could almost be a knight.
She was as tall and strong as he remembered, yet it seemed to Jaime that she had more of a woman’s shape now. “Listen.” She put a hand on his shoulder, and he trembled at the sudden touch. She’s warm. - Jaime’s dream, A Storm of Swords.
I dedicate this gifset to jaimelannistrs.
Sleepy Hollow: Abbie Archer + Ichabod Crane
#i hope he gets confused by toasters #i hope she lets him crash on her couch and the first morning she forgets and she sits on him #i hope he doesn’t fit on her couch. his legs stick off #she forces him to regular showers and he’s like BUT MY HEALTHY DIRT
Goodbye, Ser Jaime.
You want her? Go get her.