A-fire-of-ice - A Fire Of Ice

During the exams, due to apathy, I wrote a fanfiction with these two. It was supposed to be an illustration for it, but I finished the text much earlier.

She could feel the hole inside her every morning when she woke. It wasn't hunger, though sometimes there was that too. It was a hollow place, an emptiness where her heart had been, where her brothers had lived, and her parents. Her head hurt too. Not as bad as it had at first, but still pretty bad. Arya was used to that, though, and at least the lump was going down. But the hole inside her stayed the same. The hole will never feel any better, she told herself when she went to sleep.

Father, I dreamt of our Doom…

William Dacres Adams - St Martin's summer (1902)

cersei burns the tower of the hand

It's tru