The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour ( face claims ) ( asoiaf universe )

you are at my feet, we're by the fire you're a healthy, gentle, purring beast, and i'm alive you are at my feet, we're by the fire (like an outside force had sent me?) you're a healthy, gentle, purring beast, and i'm alive (if you were easy to kill, i would have done it already) ( male face claims ) ( asoiaf universe )