"We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories."
emilia. XX. INFJ. med student. i have too many feelings and like too many things. this is a multifandom blog. hiatus
When Jaime opened his eyes, he found himself staring at the stump of his sword hand. The hand that made me Kingslayer. The goat had robbed him of his glory and his shame, both at once. Leaving what? Who am I now?