iheartgot:

4.10 // 6.02

ioda:

When I was a child, an uncle asked what gift I wanted for my name day. I begged him for one of you. “It wouldn’t even have to be a big dragon,” I told him. “It could be little like me.” Everyone laughed like it was the funniest thing they had ever heard. Then my father told me the last dragon had died a century ago. I cried myself to sleep that night. But here you are. 

leftbians:

When people ask me how I discourse.

tyrionlannistersource:

When I was a child, an uncle asked what gift I wanted for my name day. I begged him for one of you. “It wouldn’t even have to be a big dragon,” I told him. “It could be little, like me.” Everyone laughed like it was the funniest thing they ever heard. Then my father told me the last dragon died a century ago. I cried myself to sleep that night. But here you are.

dreamofspring:

When I was a child an uncle asked what gift I wanted for my name day. I begged him for one of you. “It wouldn’t even have to be a big dragon!” I told him. It could be little, like me. Everyone laughed like it was the funniest thing they’d ever heard. Then my father told me the last dragon had died a century ago. I cried myself to sleep that night…but here you are.

fuckyestyrion:

That was when he knew. You have given him up for lost, he thought. You bloody bastard, you think Jaime’s good as dead, so I’m all you have left. Tyrion wanted to slap him, to spit in his face, to draw his dagger and cut the heart out of him and see if it was made of old hard gold, the way the smallfolks said. Yet he sat there, silent and still.