She touched his face. “I was lost without you, Jaime. I was afraid the Starks would send me your head. I could not have borne that.” She kissed him. A light kiss, the merest brush of her lips on his, but he could feel her tremble as he slid his arms around her. “I am not whole without you.”
#this makes me mad for a multitude of reasons#excuse me my english is slipping please excuse if i forget half the words or misplace letters#let’s go from the general to the details#general: all black which brings out his stupid face anymore#general: longish coat so his limbs look extra lanky and stiKCING OUT#general: the white detail of the scarf thingy beneath his face making a first contrast#detail: his fucking hair is so fluffy and curly that it flows abOVE the hood#detail: the hood is turNED UP and it’s a pointy one i hat ETHOSE#detail: shoulder pads like don’t even#detail: uneven strings form the hoodie /no/#little white rims of the hems of his white shirt at his wrists and a glimpse of hand#contrasts perfectly at his middle exis and forms a solid and stabile triangle with his face#booths with metal applications that match the colour of the middletones of his skin framing his limbs at each side of the body#the scarf isn’t a tight one which means it falls open and reveals his neck even more /pronounces it/ against all the black and shadows#dquinty look halfway asleep halfway confused 100% dickhead#in summary: no#sebastian stan#don’t try me kid those were the basics (tags via sirbarnes
Cersei herself was still in black, as a sign of mourning for her murdered firstborn. His widow might be pleased to laugh and drink and dance and put all memory of Joff aside, but his mother would not forget him so easily.