Stannis had always been okay with having a girl. He never wanted a boy anyway, especially if he remembered his childhood and his brothers. Shireen was all he could have ever ask for and much more. She wasn’t a happy or a sad child. She was a silent child, who never asked for much. And there was far too much of himself in her, where should have been more of her mother.
She was the reason he called and wrote postcards from business trips. For her he could spend hours in a toystore, just to pick the perfect birthday present.
She was indeed his little queen. His beloved child.
And the only person, who never failed to make him smile.
John William Waterhouse (born between January and April 1849; died 10 February 1917) was an English painter known for working in the Pre-Raphaelite style. He worked several decades after the breakup of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, which had seen its heyday in the mid-nineteenth century, leading him to have gained the moniker of “the modern Pre-Raphaelite”. Borrowing stylistic influences not only from the earlier Pre-Raphaelites but also from his contemporaries, the Impressionists, his artworks were known for their depictions of women from both ancient Greek mythology and Arthurian legend.
Born in Italy to English parents who were both painters, he later moved to London, where he enrolled in the Royal Academy of Art. He soon began exhibiting at their annual summer exhibitions, focusing on the creation of large canvas works depicting scenes from the daily life and mythology of ancient Greece. Later on in his career he came to embrace the Pre-Raphaelite style of painting despite the fact that it had gone out of fashion in the British art scene several decades before.
Although not as well known as earlier Pre-Raphaelite artists such as Dante Gabriel Rossetti, John Everett Millais and William Holman Hunt, Waterhouse’s work is currently displayed at several major British art galleries, and the Royal Academy of Art organised a major retrospective of his work in 2009.
He can’t let her sit in that camp another day. It’s been three months, almost four. He has tried his contacts in C-Sec, tried to find her a place to sleep with a good, credible family.
She reminds him of his sister… his sister who he hasn’t heard from since Palaven was attacked. He can’t let her sit there all alone. The plan forms around the time he gets a new captain, just after the attack on the Citadel. The guy is scum but they’re short handed. As much as he hates the captain, this was his chance to get her somewhere safe. He can’t do anything for the rest of the camp. But he can help her.
"Boss, so there’s this girl—"
"Lemme guess; that little blond cutey I see you checking up on?"
"The same. Was wondering if I could… take her back to my apartment. You know, show her around."
The captain slaps him on the back in approval and his skin crawls. She’s not even old enough for that by human standards. But he’s got the clearance to get her out of there and into the main Citadel. She immediately occupies his guest room, so glad to have a real bed. The possibility he could have ill intentions hasn’t even crossed her mind and he’s thankful he found her before someone could take advantage.
She cooks for him. It tastes terrible, but since she can’t eat the same things he can… he eats it anyway. It improves though when she starts finding recipes for dextro food.
He gets her new cloths. She finds the job at Kassa Fabrication on her own.
When he finds out about his sister, she holds his hand and comforts him the best she can. His sister was the only thing he had. Turians cope with lose by throwing themselves at tasks. He launches a program to help the refugees. A lot of people died in the attack on the Citadel, but it also left a lot of vacant space.
When she finds out about her parents, he’s surprised when she asks to stay his roommate. After waiting for them for so long, he thought she’d run right back to them. But she smiles and bounces, and insists they’ll be fine without her under their feet. Her mom is actually expecting a baby. The doctor said it’s a boy. They invite him to the baby shower.
After all, they are family now.
I love how Harry just genuinely likes Luna. Not in a romantic way, but in a “I don’t know how or why but I get you and you get me and I’d be honored to call you a friend and if anyone messes with you I’ll wallop them” kind of a way. I think he just marvels at her level of don’t give a heck and her absolute sense of self. And then he and Ginny partially name their daughter after her (Lily Luna) and that to me is just precious.
You have to at least ship their friendship.
my little cousin got bit by a house spider and she was crying so i went to get some stuff to soothe and numb it but before i could even walk out the door i heard her quietly whisper ‘i can’t handle the responsibility of being spiderman’