I just noticed a really interesting pattern with the Game of Thrones cast. Many of the major cast members of GOT are youngest children (being a youngest child myself, I think this is pretty cool). Here are all the GOT cast members who are youngest or last born children:
Black Sunrise is a scura dragon crafted thousands of years ago, it currently resides in the Huxain Dragon Pit in the Tauxien Empire. One of the first scura dragons created after the Judgement the sorcery used was flawed and rudimentary making the beast dangerously unstable. Black Sunrise is an abomination that must be kept sleeping by powerful magick as to not ravage the lands with its wild fury. In the event of a crisis the emperor’s sorcerers claim they can control the beast for a time…a prospect few have faith in. Black Sunrise has glossy black and orange scales that are covered in hundreds of ancient scars. The flames of Black Sunrise are a swirling deluge of black and orange flames that can burn away flesh leaving nothing but alabaster bones behind.
For the Jaime x Brienne Advent Calendar 2020! December 3! Happy holidays, everyone!!!
Brienne honestly doesn’t know why she ended up knitting. Or to be more precise: She doesn’t know why she ended up knitting for Jaime fuckin’ Lannister of all people. And that all because of a stupid bet during their last office party. He didn’t mean anything by it when he taunted her about probably not knowing a single domestic craft.
“I bet the only domestic thing you can do is to keep your cabinets perfectly organized at all times.”
And she should have just let it pass. Because what does she care what Jaime fuckin’ Lannister thinks about her or her “domestic qualities”, whatever those are supposed to be in this time and age. But of course, Brienne can’t yield, even less so to her obnoxious co-worker.
And so, she is knitting a scarf for her obnoxious co-worker, just to make a point.
It’s not even that she wants him to know. Brienne just wants to make that perfect scarf, gift it to him for the Secret Santa at the company, and finally put that foolish bet to rest and finally focus on the job again.Because Brienne knows that she is not the “domestic type” by any means. Obviously. She just doesn’t want Jaime fuckin’ Lannister to feel mighty pointing it out to her, simple as that. Right?
But as the Secret Santa exchange approaches way too fast. Because she has to work closely together with Jaime fuckin’ Lannister for a project, things get even harder for Brienne. He seems to grow suspicious and Brienne cannot have him realize what she is up to.
Because even if it’s a gift to him, this is not for him, this is for herself.
And the fact that Jaime starts to seem almost bearable during the project does not make things easier. Though he may very well just prove her point and be an absolute brat about it just to tease her for the things she is not.
So will Brienne lose the thread and thus whatever respect and trust has since grown between the two once he has a good laugh at her for knitting Jaime fuckin’ Lannister of all people a scarf as a gift?
With a swing of the heavy battle ax I slice the cursed skeletal warrior in half.
I take a moment to catch my breath, turning just in time to watch another skeleton thrust a small dagger into my brother’s chest multiple times. I let out a heart-wrenching battle cry as the blade of my ax slams into its skull. My eyes meet my brothers mossy brown ones and I collapse on the ground next to him. Slowly pulling his head into my lap, tears spill out of my eyes.
“𝘔𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘢. 𝘔𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘔𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳.” Jojen whispers to me. The sounds of more cursed warriors cracking through the ice rings out behind me but I simply shake my head. “𝘔𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘢. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦…” I watch his eyebrows knit in slight confusion as his eyes move towards the sky. “𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴…𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘥…” His words perplex me until I too look upwards…
Y/N POV: The Red Priestess
Before stepping out into the clearing I close my eyes and call upon the Lord of Light. I can feel the wind and snow start to gather around me.
The Lord of Light’s flame ignites and I begin to walk out into the clearing. My cloak billowing behind me. Determination on my face as I make my way to the center. I know what I need to do, and I have to do it quickly. My greendreams are never wrong.
“𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘙'𝘩𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭. 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘺.“ My voice rings out as I finish my prayer. I open my once emerald Greenseer eyes, now a fiery red, and the elemental energy I called upon flows through me.
In a matter of seconds, the small clearing is engulfed in a blast of blinding flames. The rolling energy flows around the clearing, rolling over the bodies of the living. The bones of the cursed warriors burst into pieces and the clearing falls silent. As quickly as it came the fire dies out and I am left on my hands and knees. My breath coming out in ragged gasps. No matter how tired I am however, my job isn’t finished. I push myself to my feet and stagger my way over to the dark haired girl clutching the blonde boy who has been in my dreams since I began to get greendreems.
I meet the brown eyes of the girl silently before she nods and slowly allows me to place my hands on the boy’s chest. My heart hammers against my ribs as I find no pulse.
“𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦… “
“𝘕𝘰. 𝘕𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘐- 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.“ The brown haired girl cries. She pulls the boy’s limp body closer to her own chest. Burring her head in the heavy furs cloaking his form.
“𝘓𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘙𝘦𝘦𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘨𝘰. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸.“ The musical but stern voice of one of the Children of the Forest calls. My hand rests on her shoulder, in an attempt to comfort her.
“𝘐- 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬? 𝘔𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳.“ I meet her chocolate brown pools, full of tears, and she slowly releases the boy. Shuffling back to give me room. I take a deep breath before I bury my hands through the maze of furs warming his body. Once I find his cold skin, I flatten my hands upon his chest and close my eyes. My voice cracking as I speak.