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.
This scene's been in my head for so long but in order to get there I need to write all the yet non existent scenes that build up to this moment and so many many others * cries *
So instead of writing it I am drawing it to get it off my chest... however productive that is, I have no idea.
It may not even end up like this in the final story. What do I know. This is gonna be act 3. I'm not even through writing act 1. So much can change.
I scribbled this at the very beginning of August (before I was even on AA4, as you can tell by my lack of knowledge of what Trucy looks like HAHAH) but it’s silly so here you go
(edit: HELP I HAD FORGOTTEN TO INSERT ONE OF THE DRAWINGS LMAO)