I redid my old piece of Catelyn on her wedding day. ;u; Not that I mind the original, I just wanted to compare where I’m at now vs 5 years ago. (Also I’ve been slowly making my way through the Clash of Kings audiobook and her chapters are giving me Feelings again.)
“You make us look bad’, complained Toad. “You looked bad before I ever met you,” Jon told him.
“Be careful you don’t cut yourself. The edges are sharp enough to shave with.” “Girls don’t shave,” Arya said. “Maybe they should. Have you ever seen the septa’s legs?”
“First lesson, stick them with the pointy end.”
“I’ll take that wager, Ser Alliser,” Jon said. “I’d love to see Ghost juggle.”
Like, Jon. You little shit. (I don’t know why I love this bastard so fckin much)
The most Jon Snow thing, though? The iconic of all the iconic?
“I’ll go, my lord. But you are making a mistake, my lord. You are sending the wrong man, my lord. Just the sight of me is going to anger Mance. My lord would have a better chance of reaching terms if he sent—”
Jon Snow is a passive-agressive asshole and no one can tell me otherwise.
He remembered the hearth tales Old Nan told them. The wildlings were cruel men, she said, slavers and slayers and thieves. They consorted with giants and ghouls, stole girl children in the dead of night, and drank blood from polished horns. And their women lay with the Others in the Long Night to sire terrible half-human children.
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