Brother, even by our mother’s dust, I charge you,
do not betray me to your mirth or hate,
Love me, or kill me, brother.
my name is pearl and i love you the best way i know how
my blonde curls slice through your heart
a song of lions and lannisters: “The man reached down. “Take my hand,” he said. “Before you fall.” Bran seized his arm and held on tight with all his strength. The man yanked him up to the ledge. “What are you doing?” the woman demanded. The man ignored her. He was very strong. He stood Bran up on the sill. “How old are you, boy?” “Seven,” Bran said, shaking with relief. His fingers had dug deep gouges in the man’s forearm. He let go sheepishly. The man looked over at the woman. “The things I do for love,” he said with loathing. He gave Bran a shove.” (aGoT, Bran II)