Again, really?

[Jaime's voice is deceptively bright. Almost amicable. Like he's talking to an old friend. There is a streak of humour in his voice, however, and it's very, very dry.]

And I see I made it in time for mid-winter. Wonderful.

[He sighs. A blade can be heard being drawn partway from a scabbard. There's a little half-chuckle, sounding ( Read more... )

You're not really meant to experience pain in dreams, are you?

Damn. This is like some wild story you hear from drunken sailors in Kings Landing, only I find the humour far less to my tastes.

This thing must communicate somehow. I know I can't be the only one alive, because, frankly, wonderful as I am, I doubt I'm the lone survivor of something that ( Read more... )