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@dutyhnr "if my sister is to be believed, it is a poor impression. though i suspect it isn't the entire truth." he shivers slightly. it is cold out here. "depends on how to describe filth."

@gldenhand “you must have a wonderful impression of me then, as a wife.” she whispers, glancing away, the sardonic humour is yet another thing that she shares with southerners. “ah, you must be used to the filth at the capital.”

@gldenhand everyone else did, didn’t mud sling her character, an easy tool that lannisters carry.

@dutyhnr "i do not need to commit myself to understand that much. i have eyes." and he refuses to see. "yes, while i was to be your sister's match. a fine castle. the air is not for me."

@gldenhand “had you ever taken a wife, ser jaime, i would’ve believed that.” she doesn’t intend to wound him with that comment; but his exposure to women is limited. there’s nuance he doesn’t see. “have you ever been to riverrun?”

@dutyhnr "you're not northerners." he posits, his white cape billowing in the night wind. he was due for some southern sun himself. "you are not, my lady. no woman ever is."

@gldenhand “are tullys southern? i don’t wager they are.” the furs of her coat blow softly against her chin, her eyes darting to the muddy overture of the castle. sometimes, she misses the flowing river of the grasslands. more so today, than any other time. “i am what my husband is.”

@dutyhnr he won't answer that outright. but he harbors some guilt for things he should have stopped, still. eventually he steps along with her. "you are a wolf by marriage, but you are a southron woman nonetheless."

@gldenhand “my life concerns you?” she begins walking now, expecting that he’ll be in tow. it must be infuriating for his sister to watch them huddle and chat like long lost friends, when he isn’t awful. “that’s surprising. a lion has no business concerning himself with a wolf.”

@dutyhnr he's been casual about it all of his life. perhaps for too long, to the extent of complicity. "it is your life i am concerned for. i do not care for the northmen or what they think." scoffing at what threat they could possibly be. "just do not instigate it further."

@gldenhand “it isn’t my life that i am scared for. your sister tends to forget that she callously threatens the lady of winterfell, the northmen would not take it lightly.” her gaze narrows on him. must men be so casual about a woman’s madness? the lengths she can go to?

@Iioncrowned "i was accused of treason once before. you saw what became of that man. must history repeat itself?"

@Iioncrowned she's never cared what he thinks. only what she wants. he must live to serve her whim and expect nothing in return— and he's nothing but a fool to abide it. "you threaten me now, sister?" he turns, slowly starting to step towards her tub. +

i would speak to you, @Iioncrowned. now.

@dutyhnr "you will not be killed, my lady," he scoffs. "i can promise you that much." the thought of it is foolish. as much as his sister may wish it, that affront would be too much— even for her madness.

@gldenhand “that is upto your discretion, whether there is something or not.” she answers solemnly as well, palms clasped together. “she threatened to kill me. might you talk to her, do let her know that tullys do not take threats lightly.”

— jaime vii, a storm of swords.

@Iioncrowned "examine your cunt? from what i hear, it's become cavernous. must i bring a torch?" he spits back at her, staring out the window. "in what part of your story does he lose his coat, and it becomes yours? covered in hair. lady catelyn said it was far more than an insinuation."

@gldenhand “ if you must know, it was mine own husband that arranged us a carriage ride to white harbor. he was too fat for me to sit beside, so I had the ‘privilege’ of sitting next to lord stark. catelyn stayed in the keep with her babe. “

@dutyhnr "no? is this how i discover my once brother—to—be despises me too? very well. add him to the list."

@dutyhnr he noticed it. there isn't a way he couldn't notice it, because he would do the same in her shoes. though he wouldn't hide the smirk. he wanted to argue it was her insinuation but she's offered a well enough excuse. brotherly concern, yes. +

@gldenhand “you intend to hurt me the same with your words.” brushing past him again, looking to leave the crypt, the walls feel like they’re closing in on her. and his gaze feels too personable, she couldn’t afford to melt under it.

@Iioncrowned he looks away. he will not be distracted by her body. not anymore. "she lies outright? sworn to her gods and all? all i am to do is take your word against hers?" he says it like it is a ridiculous proposition.

@gldenhand any other man but you, you are truly lost. “

@dutyhnr "and as upset you think i supposedly am, you proceed to thrust upon me an even fouler rumor? that i take my sister for a lover?" he hisses angrily at her, brow furrowed. though she is correct.

@gldenhand “and yet your eyes betray you so starkly, i’d think you are as hurt as me, as if your own betrothed, your lover has betrayed you.” they’re finally stood outside the crypt hall, blue eyes searching green for answers. “i imagine this is as painful for you, ser.”

@dutyhnr "why would i not be? it is not my marriage that is disrespected. my house, perhaps. but i suppose it is no greater a stain than mine." he scoffs, trying to mask himself and failing. he hasn't had yet the years it takes to become someone he's not, truly.

@gldenhand “are you all right, ser?” she shouldn’t even be doing him this little of politeness. he was her brother. her own kin. his words meant nothing—push comes to shove, he’d save her first. and yet, she somehow finds herself caring.

@Iioncrowned "no? what cause does the woman have to lie? vanity is not her vice— she's married to a stark."

@gldenhand she laughs, “ you simpleton. you have let the stark bitch sink her claws into your mind——a battle you have already lost. “

@Iioncrowned answer me.

@gldenhand why not? you act a fool with everyone else?

@dutyhnr he stops, glancing back at her over his plated shoulder. a glint in his green eye as he's 'somewhere else.' not here. "you and your son will be fine, i assure you."

@gldenhand “ser jaime!” she calls out, catching up to him in stride, eyes gauging his reaction. she’s never seen him this avoidant and tenacious before. “for the sake of my son, for my own sake as a woman, can i trust you to keep this to yourself?”

@Iioncrowned do not act a fool with me.

@gldenhand whatever do you mean?