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Gréta & Jónsi - Mundu Eftir
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At the top she found a set of carved wooden doors twelve feet high. The left-hand door was made of weirwood pale as bone, the right of gleaming ebony. In their center was a carved moon face; ebony on the weirwood side, weirwood on the ebony. The look of it reminded her somehow of the heart tree in the godswood at Winterfell. The doors are watching me, she thought. She pushed upon both doors at once with the flat of her gloved hands, but neither one would budge. Locked and barred. “Let me in, you stupid,” she said. “I crossed the narrow sea.” She made a fist and pounded. “Jaqen told me to come. I have the iron coin.” She pulled it from her pouch and held it up. “See? Valar morghulis.”
The doors made no reply, except to open.
(с) A Feast for Crows, George R R Martin
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cantabile
*смеется*
спасибо огромное, я рада, что вызвала такую бурю эмоций, да еще на ночь глядя ахахах
отп же такое черт возьми отп хд

black and white
The Killers – All These Things That I've Done
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She sat in the dark, seething and weeping, letting evil suspicions seize her brain and deepen her despair - but then she'd think of sunny mornings lying in Jaime's arms, his lips soft against her temple... she'd think of reaching her hand into her cloak and discovering silly notes in sloppy handwriting, notes that made her blush and giggle until the Queen Regent's ladies started to stare... she'd think of fierce green eyes and the firm clasp of a left hand in her right and earnest, ardent promises...
It can't have all been a charade. He doesn't... he couldn't hate me that much.
One night, as she shuddered beneath her blanket and passed in and out of shallow sleep, Sansa felt a hand brushing the side of her face, stroking her hair back behind her ears. She grained toward the warmth and felt a little smile tug at her lips- "Jaime," she breathed. [x]
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Жения
ахахах ну ты сама просила *-*
этот первый, котоый я о них читала, потом тот, по которому эп тоже хороший, но вообще проще забить тэг, там и рекомендации фиков есть 
Lara
фрикрайтеры такие фрикрайтеры, они кого угодно вместе представят
спасибо <3

церера
не такой уж неожиданный в принципе)) в смысле да, поначалу глаза размером с блюдца, но вот если подуумать, то это было бы более чем логично. во-первых, у них равное социальное положение и воспитание/образование, чего не скажешь о том же санса/сандор, так что что-нибудь вполне могло бы получиться   
спасибо огромное, мне так безумно приятно слышать, правда