Kitten tries to steal dog’s tongue.

Michelle: D&D play tricks on us sometimes, as well. They pretend like…

Richard: They’ll write a scene that… your character just abruptly dies (…) They did a really good one last year with Alfie.

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Negative Space | Book 3, Chapter 3: The Painted Lady

“If I could wish the Kingslayer back in chains I would. You freed him without my knowledge or consent … but what you did, I know you did for love. For Arya and Sansa, and out of grief for Bran and Rickon. Love’s not always wise, I’ve learned. It can lead us to great folly, but we follow our hearts … wherever they take us. Don’t we, Mother?”

You rise with the moon, I rise with the sun.

Social call, thought about time I try one out.

They can’t hold them off for much longer as shots ring throughout the warehouse, the voices growing louder and footsteps closing in on them. There is the slide of cool metal that rests in her palm, weighing heavily in her hand where it felt foreign but familiar to her as she slides her gaze over to meet his. She is scared, scared of the possibility that they might not make it out alive, or worse only one of them would. She doesn’t speak any of this out loud, doesn’t need to as they share nothing except silent words, knowing that their time has run out.

The doors are thrown open and bullets rain, and when the dust settles there are men pooling into the room with their guns pointed and at the ready. “Run!” Hisses in her ear pushing her forward and causing her to stumble. “Get out of here!”

She wants to tell him that she can’t, she can’t leave him here, not like this, not when he needs her. She hears herself call a warning out to him, feeling her hands fly up and press down on the trigger. She watches the man she has never known, nor ever will as he collapses to the floor in a pool of crimson and chokes on his own blood. She thinks about how that could have been him, how it could have been her, how it was neither of them, but most importantly she thinks: he can not die.