( nearly asleep, brienne had attributed his initial words to some vague dream. but in her dreams he calls her sweet things. he lets her cry on his shoulder. wench inside her own head launches her out of her bed with a loud thud and a series of clanks as her armor rattles and rings in her ears.
she calls out to him with her mouth, ser jaime? as she recovers, rolling and pushing up to her feet with some effort. then she's poking her head out into the hallway and calling out for him again.
( and a good ????? to you too, ser. brienne will proceed to creep through the halls and try to figure out what demon is messing with her head, or who has harmed jaime. )
[ seven hells, he doesn't have time for this! and yet, off he goes, taking a brief detour from his determination to save aemond from himself to locate brienne. ]
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Brienne. Are you even listening to me, wench?
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she calls out to him with her mouth, ser jaime? as she recovers, rolling and pushing up to her feet with some effort. then she's poking her head out into the hallway and calling out for him again.
seven, she cannot be going mad... )
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Seven Hells, wench, I cannot seek you out and keep track of the prince at the same time.
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( and a good ????? to you too, ser. brienne will proceed to creep through the halls and try to figure out what demon is messing with her head, or who has harmed jaime. )
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[ jaime's voice booms through her head, tinged with worry and a bit of panic of his own. answer him. please. ]
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if only he had a way to explain what's happening and how she isn't going insane... )
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