Legacy.
#you ruined them #the three of them you ruined them completely #you made them into soldiers without really giving them the weapons they needed #you asked too much of all of them #and you never gave them the one thing they should have been given #and that is YOUR FUCKING RESPECT TYWIN #WHY DID YOU NEVER RESPECT YOUR CHILDREN #THEY DISAPPOINTED YOU #BUT HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED WHY TYWIN
#but it’s just so perfect for their relationship #brienne grabs his fork with a sort of annoyance like #she doesn’t wholly want to admit that she’s grown fond of him #and jaime comes in real quiet and subtle #which i think is often his way of caring for people #which is probably something he learned a long time ago #that when he needed to care for tyrion and cersei he couldn’t be loud and he always needed to be gentle #because when he dealt with his family he was always walking a tightrope #jaime’s whole identity up to this point has been as the rock of his siblings who hate each other #he’s stability and comfort to people who are sloppy and angry and scared and ready to pounce at any time #so taking care of brienne comes naturally to him in that way
asoiaf characters | jaime lannister
“It was that white cloak that soiled me, not the other way around.”
“Has my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something.”
“No wonder Renly died, with you guarding him.”
She jerked to her feet as if he’d struck her, sending a wash of hot water across the tub. Jame caught a glimpse of thick blonde bush at the juncture of her thighs as she climbed out. She was much hairier than his sister. Absurdly, he felt his cock stir beneath the bathwater. Now I know I have been too long away from Cersei. He averted his eyes, troubled by his body’s response. “That was unworthy,” he mumbled. “I’m a maimed man, and bitter. Forgive me, wench. You protected me as well as any man could have, and better than most.”
“Would you have done it? Would you have kept your oath then?”
hER?
Craven, Jaime thought, as Brienne fought to stifle her moans. Can it be? They took my sword hand. Was that all I was, a sword hand? Gods be good, is it true? The wench had the right of it. He could not die. Cersei was waiting for him. She would have need of him. And Tyrion, his little brother, who loved him for a lie. And his enemies were waiting too; the Young Wolf who had beaten him in the Whispering Wood and killed his men around him, Edmure Tully who had kept him in darkness and chains, these Brave Companions. When morning came, he made himself eat. They fed him a mush of oats, horse food, but he forced down every spoon. He ate again at evenfall, and the next day. Live, he told himself harshly, when the mush was like to gag him, live for Cersei, live for Tyrion. Live for vengeance. A Lannister always pays his debts.
tremble little lion man, you’ll never settle any of your scores
