What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
Jon Snow - and family that haunts him, because sometimes ghosts make for the best love stories.
#oh this is haunting and i love it so much#the line of red running down rhaegar’s face like tears into the cracks on his chest plate#and how it’s haloing jon—glowing over lyanna like hers bed of blood and gore spattered gown#and the red in his eyes like HIS ghost who is part of him like they’re part of him#even though he doesn’t know it and when i think of where his story might go i always come back to the idea that in order to move forward#he will have to accept and integrate his ghosts within himself and i’m obsessed with how visible that is here#kind of losing my mind over that??#also love how tender rhaegar and lyanna are and how they’re all touching each other#but rhaegar can only touch lyanna because he never got to see or hold jon#(spiritually and in my heart i wrote this in all caps punctuated with screams btw this is genuinely amazing)#rhaegar targaryen#lyanna stark#jon snow#asoiaf art Tags by @dragonseeds
