i made a cover of the rains of castamere except i replaced everything with kazoos
marielle you continue to prove to be one of my favorite people ever
imagine: the wedding party is dying down, most people are done eating and the lively boisterous talk that accompanies a feast has dwindled to small conversation.
the musicians finish a song and are quite for a moment, maybe, catelyn thinks, a beat too long. she looks at roose bolton. he raises an eyebrow.
a man puts down his lute and pulls out a small object: a golden kazoo. the rest of the musicians follow suit.
the buzzing is not loud enough to cover catelyn’s screams.
pls play this as my coffin’s making it’s way out of the church