Tag: ygritte
He could feel the throb of pain where her arrow had gone through the meat and muscle of his thigh. He remembered the old man’s eyes too, and the black blood rushing from his throat as the storm cracked overhead. But he remembered the grotto best of all, the look of her naked in the torchlight, the taste of her mouth when it opened under his. Ygritte, stay away. Go south and raid, go hide in one of those roundtowers you liked so well. You’ll find nothing here but death.
make me choose – anonymous asked: brienne or ygritte?
“All men die,” he could almost hear her say, “and women too, and every beast that flies or swims or runs. It’s not the when o’ dying that matters, it’s the how of it, Jon Snow.”
Ygritte + hair — I loved a maid as red as autumn, with sunset in her hair.
requested by anonymous
Do you plan on killing all the crows yourself ?
Do you plan on sitting here scratching your balls ‘till winter ?
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