listen, i love enthusiastic-to-the-point-of-being-scary sidon and silent, stoic, sweet link. i love that content. but you know what else i love? polite, princely sidon swooning over this strange little wildman who fights monsters, devours ridiculous quantities of raw meat, and dives off high cliffs to catch a single fish while screaming.
Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was JonSnow’ssmile. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.
jacin is taking the picture and iko has been watching lots of americas next top model recently
Also also shit I forgot both winter and ze'evs scars. but I wanted to show u guys this so I’ll post an updated version soon?? :0