ugh screaaaaaaaaaming shirley & conrad chisholm are one of those lovingly independent power couples like annie oakley/frank butler favorite thing in the world, like conrad went around campaigning when shirley ran for some political office and everyone’s all “what kind of man are you ringing doorbells for your crazy wife?” and he’s like “I’M MARRIED TO THE MOST FAB LITTLE LADY STFU” or whatever, i paraphrase
but then i remembered
that they get divorced???????/ WHY?????
Snow was falling on the godswood too, melting when it touched the ground. Beneath the white-cloaked trees the earth had turned to mud. Tendrils of mist hung in the air like ghostly ribbons. Why did I come here? These are not my gods. This is not my place. The heart tree stood before him, a pale giant with a carved face and leaves like bloody hands.
A thin film of ice covered the surface of the pool beneath the weirwood. Theon sank to his knees beside it. “Please,” he murmured through his broken teeth, “I never meant…” The words caught in his throat. “Save me,” he finally managed. “Give me…” What? Strength? Courage? Mercy? Snow fell around him, pale and silent, keeping its own counsel. The only sound was a faint soft sobbing. Jeyne, he thought. It is her, sobbing in her bridal bed. Who else could it be? Gods do not weep. Or do they?
The sound was too pitiful to endure. Theon grabbed hold of a branch and pulled himself back to his feet, knocked the snow off his legs, and limped back toward the lights.
↳ A Dance with Dragons / A Song of Ice and Fire