C’est encore loin d’être fini… Et pourtant ce seront mes derniers partiels (du moins si tout se passe bien mais y’a pas de raison du contraire), j’ai presque une petite larme à l’oeil. Je dis bien presque.
En attendant, je me lamente. Je me traîne. Je ne suis qu’une petite chose vacillante.
An east wind blew through his tangled hair, as soft and fragrant as Cersei’s fingers. He could hear birds singing, and feel the river moving beneath the boat as the sweep of the oars sent them toward the pale pink dawn. After so long in darkness, the world was so sweet that Jaime Lannister felt dizzy. I am alive, and drunk on sunlight. A laugh burst from his lips, sudden as a quail flushed from cover.
“Fighting is better than this waiting. You don’t feel so helpless when you fight. You have a sword and a horse, sometimes an axe. When you’re armored it’s hard for anyone to hurt you.”
They came back to the sources.
This is B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L
as always.
In fact, any word can describe my feelings right now.
hELGPLG
