Paul Wesley for Fashionisto Magazine (Fall 2013)
- Could have been mates, Louie, you were right, but now you’re on the wrong side of me, aren’t you?
“It’s just a sword,” she said, aloud this time… but it wasn’t. Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.
Jay Ep 1: “It’s not like we’re going to set fire to a baby.”
Jay SF: “We should have a baby, like in The Hangover, like as a group and
call it something weird…like Arthur”
Now that’s what I call Character Development.