He Showed Me His Scars, And In Return He Let Me Pretend That I Had None.

He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.

Madeline Miller, from Circe (Little, Brown, and Co., 2018)

Melisandre + appearance // requested by @maggadin

As ever, she wore red head to heel, a long loose gown of flowing silk as bright as fire, with dagged sleeves and deep slashes in the bodice that showed glimpses of a darker bloodred fabric beneath. Around her throat was a red gold choker tighter than any maester’s chain, ornamented with a single great ruby. 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.

“The war continues, Davos Seaworth, and some will soon learn that even an ember in the ashes can still ignite a great blaze.”

 the reason why r’hllor is a dude is because all the messages he sends to his priest and priestess always backfires. If the entity was female none of that shit would have happened. 

Everyone with the shippy partners and Mel here  singing the chorus of take me to church.