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Teammates (Jaime / Brienne - ASoIaF) How


Title:
Teammates

Author:






matitablu




Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire
Character / Couple: Jaime
/ Brienne

Rating:

PG Word Count: ~ 360 Warning:
future! fic, vague spoilers for A Feast for crows. Fluff! But I can not do anything, it's my OTP ... Notes: written and then translated to westerosorting


Jaime raised his helmet visor, sweating despite the cold air of winter. The war was hard, much harder than he remembered, and he was not sure that this depended only from having lost his sword hand.
In the end, he had to give up, what would never have recovered some of its accuracy, could be converted to brute force, and now her left hand holding a sledgehammer covered with blood and brain matter. But we would never make it alone. Now that seemed to put down the revolt (
poor, poor people and priests thought ), looking round for what is now considered his sword.
Brienne advancing toward him at that moment, his helmet under his arm, his hair grown enough to cover the scar on his face. She also appeared exhausted, and there was something hard in his features, in place of innocence. But at the same time, Jaime recognized the excitement of the battle that still shone in his eyes. "They were only armed with sticks and stones," he said, shaking his head. The blade of his sword was dark with blood, add Jaime avoided sticks, stones, knives and sent by Dorne and the Eagle's Nest . "You were good, Brienne. You are one of the best warriors I've ever seen combat, I really think." He went up and circled her shoulders in an awkward gesture of camaraderie. Their armor collided. "Now I have lost count of all the times you saved my life." She smiled weakly, while a slight blush rising to her cheeks. "There was nothing else to do," he said. "I think ... I think we are riding the same boat since we left Delta Water."
Jaime laughed all'involontaria joke. "Yeah, in the same boat in the true sense of the word." The heat of battle, waning, the euphoria was leaving him indefinitely, along with much more recognizable excitement. He felt the irrational urge to kiss Brienne, standing in front of everyone, but then blew the horn to communicate the end of the battle.
Thank you very much, I had not noticed. Brienne
bowed his head and stepped forward, putting that kind of embrace. Jaime followed, suppressing disappointment. At least, that the times were looming, would have other chances to fight together.

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I always knew they would pass before his eyes all his life in the instant before he died. First of all, that moment is not an instant. Stretches. For always, like an ocean of time. For me ... ... I was lying in the starmene Scout Camp to watch the shooting stars. The yellow leaves of maple trees that lined our street. The hands of my grandmother and her skin seemed like paper. And the first time that I saw my cousin Tony's brand new Firebird. ... And Jane and Jane. And Carolyn.

I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me but, it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes it's like seeing it all together and it is too. My heart fills up like a balloon about to burst and then I remember to relax and stop trying to keep her close and then flows through me like rain and I can not feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.

You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But do not worry ... one day you will.

Taken from the film "American Beauty."

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Yesterday (Richard Alpert - Lost)


Title: Like yesterday
Author:



matitablu



Fandom: Lost


Character / Couple:
Richard Alpert Rating: PG

Word Count: ~ 395 Warning: spoiler
fourth season Notes: Lost (c) ABC, Darlton, and so on. This is probably the most fic from "Lost nerd" who has written so far, so better to clarify a few things: there's this theory that the Others "originals" are the survivors of Black Rock, the ship stranded on the island in the middle of the jungle. A further corollary to the theory see Charles Widmore as captain of the ship, then expelled from the island at the end just like Ben the fourth season. I do not know whether to believe this theory, but it seemed to rely a good fic! Ah: Gerald and Karen DeGroot were the scientists heading the project Dharma on the island.



The first time Richard Alpert hear the song, sung by a woman with a rustle of a turntable never cleaned, it is also the first time when he left the island after shipwreck. His task here know of ancient maritime law, summary justice imposed on the captain in army. tells Widmore he can not return to the island, these are the words of Jacob. The other man looks at him with the same eyes stone that had as captain of the Black Rock, and Richard continues to inspire in a kind of instinctive fear.
's so that Jacob spoke, he repeats.
E '1927. The second time is 1960, and Richard is locked in the car with the radio turned on at low volume. A light but incessant rain drums on the windshield while Elvis wins a nation through radio and 45 rpm. Alpert remembers that smoky club where he had abandoned Widmore, what he had meant to him and to the island. Fervently hopes that the child in the orphanage closed across the street is the solution you seek. It will take time before it is ready, but Richard, peering at your face in the rearview mirror is always the same, it starts to get used to the idea of eternity. The third time, Richard enters cautious prefabricated house of Gerald and Karen de Groot. It has nothing personal against them - know that I'm just a cog in the machine set in motion to conquer the island. Wanders silent, and then find them: Gerald down on the sofa, Karen on the floor. Maybe he was trying to get out in the open air. She had always been the smarter of the two. She could not know that the gas would kill her anyway. idles on a vinyl turntable, emitting only faint bursts of white noise. Richard puts the needle at the beginning of the groove, and leave notes Family, speaking of nostalgia, loneliness and lost paradises:

Are you lonesome tonight, do you miss me tonight? Are you sorry we drifted apart? Does your memory stray to a bright summer day

When I kissed you and Called you sweetheart?
Richard Alpert looks at the hard black plastic, which turns on itself with a slight rocking motion.

Think about how ironic, and ultimately appropriate for him, continue to hear the same song for sixty-five. As if time never passed. As if they had yesterday.