omg there’s a gif
I had to finish my warmup today! It’s so rare that I have the itch to do fan-art, but today was one of those days~ I blame the fact that my sister is playing Final Fantasy IV: The After Years.
Lying abed in her narrow bunk, she found herself wondering how it would be to have a man squeezed in beside her in place of her handmaid, and the thought was more exciting than it should have been. Sometimes she would close her eyes and dream of him, but it was never Jorah Mormont she dreamed of; her lover was always younger and more comely, though his face remained a shifting shadow.
A Storm of Swords
he was her ice & she was his fire
The ice is burning.