The Light Was So Dim That Jaime Could Scarcely See Her, Though They Stood A Scant Few Feet Apart. In

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. Brienne’s sword took flame as well, burning silvery blue. The darkness retreated a little more. […]

Brienne moved her longsword back and forth, watching the silvery flames shift and shimmer. Beneath her feet, a reflection of the burning blade shone on the surface of the flat black water. She was as tall and strong as he remembered, yet it seemed to Jaime that she had more of a woman’s shape now.

//

Drowsing at long last, Dunk dreamed. He was running through a glade in the heart of Wat’s Wood, running toward Rohanne, and she was shooting arrows at him. Each shaft she loosed flew true, and pierced him through the chest, yet the pain was strangely sweet. He should have turned and fled, but he ran toward her instead, as if the very air had turned to honey. Another arrow came, and yet another. Her quiver seemed to have no end of shafts. Her eyes were grey and green and full of mischief. Your gown brings out the color of your eyes, he meant to say to her, but she was not wearing any gown, or any clothes at all.

- a storm of swords // the sworn sword by grrm.

Caitriona Balfe as Claire Randall in  O U T L A N D E R

Castiel: *exists*

Season 4 Dean: This means nothing. I'm a hunter, and I'm sure these feelings will fade.

*11 years later*

Dean: Any day now

bring back the habits that made you happy as a child. there’s no reason you should ever have to give up harmless things that bring you joy. you don’t have to age out of having fun. finger paint. write mediocre fanfiction and questionable poetry. put chocolate chips in your waffles. sing in the bath, and while working in the yard, and while washing your hands. hammer tunelessly on a piano. spin in circles until you fall down. climb a tree. just because you’re now in charge of your life doesn’t mean you’re expected to give up on the things that make life feel worth living

Every Arya & Lyanna parallel: → unwanted betrothals

LYANNA

"Robert will never keep to one bed," Lyanna had told him at Winterfell, on the night long ago when their father had promised her hand to the young Lord of Storm's End. "I hear he has gotten a child on some girl in the Vale." Ned had held the babe in his arms; he could scarcely deny her, nor would he lie to his sister, but he had assured her that what Robert did before their betrothal was of no matter, that he was a good man and true who would love her with all his heart. Lyanna had only smiled. "Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man's nature."

—  A Game of Thrones, Eddard IX

ARYA

[Elmar] liked to boast how he was the son of the Lord of the Crossing, not a nephew or a bastard or a grandson but a trueborn son, and on account of that he was going to marry a princess. Arya didn't care about his precious princess, and didn't like him giving her commands. [...] Elmar gave her a scornful look. "No one cares about a serving girl's brothers." It was hard not to hit him when he said that. "I hope your princess dies," she said, and ran off before he could grab her.

—  A Clash of Kings, Arya X

Do you know my name? - I don't. - Jeong Jin Man. It's Jeong Jin Man. Remember it.

A SHOP FOR KILLERS (2024) dir. Lee Kwon