Jaime&Brienne week | F A V O U R I T E S Y M B O L I S M
➥ s w o r d s
"The swords kissed and sprang apart and kissed again. Jaime’s blood was singing. This is what he was meant for… High, low, overhand, he rained down steel upon her… moving into her, step and slide, strike and step, step and strike… faster, faster, faster… until, breathless, he stepped back and let the point of the sword fall to the ground, giving her a moment of respite.”
"Terror closed a hand about his throat. Then his sword went dark, and only Brienne’s burned, as the ghosts came rushing in.”
"A rose could not keep her safe. It was a sword she wanted. Oathkeeper. I have to find the girl. I have to find his honor.”
Anonymous said:Bet you can't gif the entire Frozen.