Curze grinned at the First Captain suddenly, transforming his visage into a death’s head rictus lit by febrile eyes. ‘Now you have met my brother, you must surely prefer crows to ravens.’
That was a joke, thought Sevatar. He did not understand jokes. ‘My lord, are we finished?’
For some unfathomable reason, that made Curze cringe, and he nodded like a rebuked child.
This guy spent the last few episodes trying to get his entire office back after being in jail for a year and once he gets it, immediately starts construction on making it better and after all that build-up, we see the final result
"While it's fresh. I need everyone to tell me what they saw and heard, so that I can write it down. There will never be a better time."
Of all the accounts Loial gathered in Thakan'dar that day, the Aes Sedai's proved the most difficult to acquire. Those who remained were elusive, bustling around the Healing tents and churned fields. Nynaeve Sedai and her helpers, paying no heed to the fragility of Humans, were bringing back from the brink of death so many that a constant flow of barely healed soldiers and channelers shuffled toward the Travelling grounds, freeing much-needed beds inside the tents.
Moiraine Sedai would not answer his inquiries about the events at Shayol Ghul either, intent as she was on the care of a drawn, but gently chiding Tairen woman.
Sometimes I think of Nandor and Guillermo on the sofa, with Nandor resting his head in Guillermo’s lap while Guillermo plays with his hair and I just need to take a moment to collect myself.
ima be real, if this is trolling, getting us all worked up and depressed ... the absolute funniest thing wwdits can do then is have Nandor and Guillermo fuck nasty in the season 6 premiere
I stumbled onto an old danny b. thing and god. it is so epic how vlad and silence are both really normal and how they both have NO abandonment issues and how they both experienced medical problems that werent even a big deal to them or anything. so cool .
putting you and payasita and bamsara in a room together to see what incredible narilamb thoughts you make together.. you're my favorite fic authors :]
We're already all mutuals askfjdkhgkljshd here is real footage of us discussing the best way for lamb to erode Narinder's loneliness and how deep his trauma runs
i don't know how to be merely acquaintances when we used to be friends. or i think we used to be. i don't know how to yearn for a simple hello when you've been heaping your affection on me months ago, and i don't know how to talk to you when you won't say anything. when suddenly it's all about me. you know i have nothing to say, you know my brain is void of everything but horribleness and i cannot tell you about my day because i don't even know about my day. i cannot tell you about my day when i know you won't listen, when i know you'll apply your philosophy to my world and don't believe me when i say that everything is terrible. i don't know how to be the person you seem to think i am, or the person you want in your life. i don't know if you want anyone else in your life now that you're in love and sappy, found another recipient for your affections, leaving me empty and wounded and yearning.
you said you missed me. said it many times, while i was gone. now i'm back, have been back, and i wonder how you missed me, why you missed me, when you won't talk to me. i think you mistook missing for worrying. i think you mistook caring for a feeling of obligation. i think you like missing me more than talking to me.
and i think i can't breathe with how much that hurts