“Benim Yıldız’la bir alakam yok” Yürü be Leonidas! Allah’ım yarabbim çok şükür! Tamam kendi kendine hem gelin hem güvey hem kaynana olan bir Yıldız var ama en azından Veronika biliyor her şeyi. Ve sonunda Hilal’e ulaşan bir mektup, bugünleri de mi görecektik! (Mektubun Yunanca olmasını es geçiyorum hadi yine iyisiniz senarist grubu) Umarım Hilal’in mektubu da Leon’a ulaşır ama Leon’un mektubunun ulaşmasının kaç bölüm aldığını düşünecek olursak bu konuda pek ümitli değilim. Ve galiba Cevdet Jr. Abbas’ı öğrenmiş. HiLeon’a hayal ettiğim sahnenin Cevize’ye yazılması hoş değil ama hep ne diyoruz HiLeon Cevize’nin yansıması :) Bu arada Lütfü Mehmet vurdu de. Şehadet yolundasın Mehmet. Ayrıca fragman güzel ve yılansız hava sahası. Bir tırsma inmedi de değil…
Leon, o mektubu Yildiz'a yazmadigini soyledi. -Bir ihtimal-Hilal'e yazdigini ogrenirse, oglunun mutlulugu icin Hilal ve Leon'un yaninda olur mu Veronica? İlerleyen bolumlerde HiLeon'un tarafinda olan bir Mitera gorebilir miyiz?
Ben görebiliriz diye düşünüyorum. Bir de Hilal ile Leon’un imkânsızlıkları çok daha fazla. Veronika da bunu anlayacaktır ve daha çok saygı duyacaktır diye umut ediyorum. :)
“Cersei even undid your swaddling clothes to give us a better look,” the Dornish prince continued. “You did have one evil eye, and some black fuzz on your scalp. Perhaps your head was larger than most… but there was no tail, no beard, neither teeth nor claws, and nothing between your legs but a tiny pink cock. After all the wonderful whispers, Lord Tywin’s Doom turned out to be just a hideous red infant with stunted legs. Elia even made the noise that young girls make at the sight of infants, I’m sure you’ve heard it. The same noise they make over cute kittens and playful puppies. I believe she wanted to nurse you herself, ugly as you were. When I commented that you seemed a poor sort of monster, your sister said, ‘He killed my mother,’ and twisted your little cock so hard I thought she was like to pull it off. You shrieked, but it was only when your brother Jaime said, 'Leave him be, you’re hurting him,’ that Cersei let go of you. 'It doesn’t matter,’ she told us. 'Everyone says he’s like to die soon. He shouldn’t even have lived this long.’”
The sun was shining bright above them, and the day was pleasantly warm for autumn, but Tyrion Lannister went cold all over when he heard that. My sweet sister.
When I was a child, an uncle asked what gift I wanted for my name day. I begged him for one of you. “It wouldn’t even have to be a big dragon,” I told him. “It could be little, like me.” Everyone laughed like it was the funniest thing they ever heard. Then my father told me the last dragon died a century ago. I cried myself to sleep that night. But here you are.
“Is this some trap, Lannister? What’s Bran to you? Why should you want to help him?” “Your brother Jon asked it of me. And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.” Tyrion Lannister placed a hand over his heart and grinned.
Gerion liked to set him on the table during feasts and make him recite
them. I liked that well enough, didn’t
there amongst the trenchers with every eye upon me, proving what a
clever little imp I was. For years afterward, he had cherished a dream
that one day he would travel the world and see Longstrider’s wonders for
Tywin had put an end to that hope ten days before his dwarf son’s
sixteenth nameday, when Tyrion asked to tour the Nine Free Cities, as
his uncles had done at that same age. “My brothers could be relied upon to bring no shame upon House Lannister,” his father had replied. “Neither ever wed a whore.” And when Tyrion had reminded him
that in ten days he would be a man grown, free to travel where he
wished, Lord Tywin had said,“ No
man is free. Only children and fools think elsewise. Go, by all means.
Wear motley and stand upon your head to amuse the spice lords and the
cheese kings. Just see that you pay your own way and put aside any thoughts of returning.”