“He’ll have Casterly Rock, isn’t that enough? Let Father sit the throne. All I want is you.” He made to touch her cheek. Old habits die hard, and it was his right arm he lifted.
Cersei recoiled from his stump. “Don’t… don’t talk like this. You’re scaring me, Jaime. Don’t be stupid. One wrong word and you’ll cost us everything. What did they do to you?”
“They cut off my hand.”
“No, it’s more, you’re changed.” She backed off a step. “We’ll talk later. on the morrow. I have Sansa Stark’s maids in a tower cell, I need to question them… you should go to Father.”
Dreaming of her magic Doctor she knows will return to save her.
I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held. Trying to control what cannot be controlled. I am tired of denying myself what I want for fear of breaking things I cannot fix. They will break no matter what we do. [
quote from the night circus by erin morgenstern]
Of all those at the high table, only Sansa Stark was not smiling.
I play the violin when I’m thinking.
#i can’t tell you how much i love this scene #because after everything #sam is still dean’s little brother #”dean, tell me how to talk to girls” #”dean, show me the pool game trick” #”dean, can i take a sip of your beer?” #and dean will tease him #make fun of him #but in the end he will give sammy whatever he needs #whatever his baby brother needs #and sam knows it
The first face this face saw…