Since the time he could walk, his left arm had been his shield arm, no more.
#i hate the way you talk to me #and the way you cut your hair #i hate the way you ride your horse #i hate it when you stare #i hate your big dumb golden hand #and the way you read my mind #i hate you so much it makes me sick #it even makes me rhyme #i hate the way you’re always right #i hate it when you lie #i hate it when you make me laugh #even worse when you make me cry #i hate it when you’re not around #and the fact that you burned my call
#but mostly i hate the way i don’t hate you
#not even close #not even a bit #not even at all
Disclaimer: This is a long one. Around the 13K words mark I had to take a break because it was taking a toll on me. Around 17k I started asking myself what was the point of it at all. Eventually I stopped making questions and just wrote. If you manage reaching the end, you are a champion and I salute you.
I have honestly lost count of all the messages I receive on the matter of Jaime and Cersei’s arc following Jaime’s return mid-ASOS. Truth be told, it’s tricky, because to fully appreciate the depth of what happens from now on one must take a more psychological detour of the senses, a less superficial read, a further dive into the already fucked up mentality that is the Lannister pride. But it’s important for both characters, and I’ll go as far as to say it’s important for the reader as well. A first, superficial read might give a certain impression, surely, especially if the reader reaches that point with an already strengthened convinction that Jaime Lannister’s happiness is directly proportional to his separation from Cersei. In short, if you want to believe Jaime stops loving Cersei at some point, or if you want to believe Cersei never loved Jaime as much as he love her, it will not require great mental exercise. All you have to do is close your eyes and only read the bits and pieces you want, and it will be easy enough. After all, Jaime is angry and does not go to Cersei when summoned. After all, Cersei does say “How could I ever have loved that wretched creature”.
Welcome back, Jaime (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
What do you want?
Lord Tywin rose as well. “A duty to House Lannister. You are the heir to Casterly Rock. That is where you should be. Tommen should accompany you, as your ward and squire. The Rock is where he’ll learn to be a Lannister, and I want him away from his mother. I mean to find a new husband for Cersei. Oberyn Martell perhaps, once I convince Lord Tyrell that the match does not threaten Highgarden. And it is past time you were wed. The Tyrells are now insisting that Margaery be wed to Tommen, but if I were to offer you instead -”
“NO!” Jaime had heard all that he could stand. No, more than he could stand. He was sick of it, sick of lords and lies, sick of his father, his sister, sick of the whole bloody business. “No. No. No. No. No. How many times must I say no before you’ll hear it? Oberyn Martell? The man’s infamous, and not just for poisoning his sword. He has more bastards than Robert, and beds with boys as well. And if you think for one misbegotten moment that I would wed Joffrey’s widow…”
“Lord Tyrell swears the girl’s still maiden.”
“She can die a maiden as far as I’m concerned. I don’t want her, and I don’t want your Rock!”
(A Storm of Swords)
We will die together as we were born together.