i would give my life for you emeth
Charles van den Eycken (1859-1923) "The Little Writer" (1913) Oil on panel
can never be mysterious i gotta update this fucking blog every 8 minutes
so just in case we’re keeping score. fitz defies chade when he tries to separate him from the fool by literally spending multiple nights in his tent, nearly launches himself at bresinga to defend the fool’s honor, goes back to bury the fool, bridal carries his broken and beaten body across the halls of his enemy all the while refusing to put his dead body down, calls the fool his dream, returns the cultural tradition of calling him by his own name, procrastinates burning him, starts sincerely addressing him as beloved with absolutely no more qualms and gets lowkey offended when the fool requests him not to, sincerely considers taking the Pale Woman’s head and bringing it to the fool to enact vengeance on his behalf, declares he’ll take his death then physically enters his decaying corpse and brings him back to life, shields his eyes from the sun, kisses his forehead, lovingly nurses him back to health, misses him ‘even in his presence’, unapologetically cradles him all night like a child like a lover like his own self wounded and alone—
as a matter of fact have this unfinished jpeged fitz that ive forsaken because i fucked up the values badly
thieves