rubikovs:

by J

Her hair was not the orange or strawberry color of common red-haired men, but a deep
burnished copper that shone in the light of the torches. Even her eyes were red … but her skin was smooth and white, unblemished, pale as cream. Slender she was, graceful, taller than most knights, with full breasts and narrow waist and a heart-shaped face. Men’s eyes that once found her did not quickly look away, not even a maester’s eyes. Many called her beautiful. She was not beautiful. She was red, and terrible, and red.

melisandre + red

andrael:

“I am a knight of sorts myself.”

Her hair was not the orange or strawberry color of common red-haired men, but a deep
burnished copper that shone in the light of the torches. Even her eyes were red … but her skin was smooth and white, unblemished, pale as cream. Slender she was, graceful, taller than most knights, with full breasts and narrow waist and a heart-shaped face. Men’s eyes that once found her did not quickly look away, not even a maester’s eyes. Many called her beautiful. She was not beautiful. She was red, and terrible, and red.

equalistsfuckshitup:

The Red Priestess. 

Sometimes I get the urge to run around my house screaming SHADOW BABIES from the top of my lungs.