Re: Brienne/Jaime FILLED 1/2
anonymous
July 14 2012, 23:51:42 UTC
Warnings: anxiety, panic attack, no smut, sorry :(
A Fear of Darkness
When she wakes in the night, she shuts her eyes.
Go away, she demands silently. Go away, go away. Do as Jaime said and go away.
Focusing on her stuttered breathing, she wills herself calm. She imagines sitting beside her father. Go away to Tarth. Go away inside. She cannot know where she is, in this darkness. The dark is dangerous-not in itself, no, but because of what it spawns.
Go away.
Her father tells her the story of the talking aurochs and the clever grumkin, his voice rising and falling melodically like the sea below the windows of the dining hall. She loves this room best of all, how it juts out of the castle on Tarth floats over the ocean. Her freckled, unscarred hands smooth out her dress as her father grins and sups his midday wine. She misses the ever-present sound of waves, the blue, and the sea breeze that lived in the walkways of her father’s castle.
Go away, go away to home. The day is bright, beautiful, and her father smiles and
( ... )
Re: Brienne/Jaime FILLED 2/2
anonymous
July 14 2012, 23:52:20 UTC
Her heart is slowing, and she feels calmer. This is the best part of it, she knows. The panic is immobilizing, the aftermath embarrassing. Relief, a reminder of safety-that feeling is wonderful. She feels herself relax inch by inch, the iron knot in her chest unfurling. This isn’t the first time she has felt this fear, no
( ... )
Re: Brienne/Jaime FILLED 2/2fallingtowersJuly 15 2012, 06:56:52 UTC
That's just wonderfully sweet (and a bit sad) without ever being too saccharine - I love especially how you weave some of Brienne's happy childhood memories into this! ♥
Re: Brienne/Jaime FILLED 2/2iorwen107July 15 2012, 14:03:24 UTC
My heart is always breaking for Brienne. This was so sad and so lovely at the same time. I hope Brienne makes it to Tarth again (with Jaime on her arm!)
A Fear of Darkness
When she wakes in the night, she shuts her eyes.
Go away, she demands silently. Go away, go away. Do as Jaime said and go away.
Focusing on her stuttered breathing, she wills herself calm. She imagines sitting beside her father. Go away to Tarth. Go away inside. She cannot know where she is, in this darkness. The dark is dangerous-not in itself, no, but because of what it spawns.
Go away.
Her father tells her the story of the talking aurochs and the clever grumkin, his voice rising and falling melodically like the sea below the windows of the dining hall. She loves this room best of all, how it juts out of the castle on Tarth floats over the ocean. Her freckled, unscarred hands smooth out her dress as her father grins and sups his midday wine. She misses the ever-present sound of waves, the blue, and the sea breeze that lived in the walkways of her father’s castle.
Go away, go away to home. The day is bright, beautiful, and her father smiles and ( ... )
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