mothdogs:I never posted my colored version of this drawing which I made for the Oathkeepers Fan
mothdogs:I never posted my colored version of this drawing which I made for the Oathkeepers Fanzine!- The sensations were always dull on the best of days–those were days he counted himself lucky, days where he couldn’t feel his missing hand itching. Yet it wasn’t the stump that was aflame with feeling now, but the rest of his body–alive from a combination of the heat of the room, the ale buzzing through his veins, and the brush of Brienne’s lips as she brought them to the deadened end of his forearm.She kept her eyes closed and her lips pressed together, as if in a benediction over his missing hand. Then, softly as he had ever heard her speak, she said, “I never thanked you.”He flinched, the memories breaking through his mental wall as a dam bursts–the unnameably long days tied to Brienne back-to-back on the horse to Harrenhall, the stench of his rotting stump wafting up to gag him. They made her clean his beard when he retched, his legs when he soiled himself. They made her hold him when he fainted. It was a thankless task. He should be on his knees thanking her for keeping him alive.Jaime shook his head. “I was craven in those days, truly.” His words drew her eyes up to his, a mixture of shock and near-unreadable openness on her face. He plowed ahead, taking her free hand in his good hand: “You are the first person who ever believed in me, Brienne. The first, in my entire life. I wouldn’t be here today if not for you. I’d be dead, protecting my sister most like. You saved me,” he breathed, dropping her hand to cup her cheek instead. Her face grew fuzzy for a moment, and then he realized that tears had welled unbidden in his eyes. He blinked them away, certain she saw them, certain he didn’t care any more–let her see, let her understand that the Kingslayer was dead, and that the Oathkeeper was here with her.“I love you, Ser Brienne of Tarth. I love you for who you are, and because you saved me.”The silence that proceeded this admission roared in his ears. He felt a little dizzy, truth be told. He forced himself to look up at her eyes again, but as he did, she wiggled closer to him on the bed, bringing their chests together. She rested her head on his shoulder and looked down at where his stump lay on his lap. He felt her face hot against his skin, and finally she breathed, “I love you too, Jaime.”And in that night, high within the cold stone walls of Winterfell where the wind and snow raged outside, Jaime held Brienne and knew an immutable truth: that the spring thaws would one day come; that they had braved the winter and would hereafter find the sunshine together. -- source link
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