You give too much credit assuming Prime Minister Baratheon reads anything. [ It was becoming a bit too easy insulting his boss-- easy enough that Jaime knew that at this rate, he really never would stop. He bit his tongue against saying anything especially incriminating about the thought of him stuck in the bathtub, but the thought of leaving him there to get drunk on wines and spirits... ] And you give too little credit thinking he wouldn't have my head for getting drunk without him.
[ Jaime didn't even get drunk. Of the three Lannister children, he was the only one acquainted with sobriety.
Robert Baratheon truly was a terrible leader, however. A shame, really, since he was a powerful revolutionary in his prime. Funny that it was only when he had the power to make change that he became too lazy to make any of those changes to begin with.
Unlike Alex, Jaime was satisfied taking a seat at the chair by the desk, its body turned so he was facing the rest of the room and the man that rifled through it. To Jaime, this was all standard fare-- there was nothing out of the ordinary he had to take note of-- but he supposed whatever absurd rituals Alex had to do warranted all of this.
Then he frowned, head tilting slightly as he considered where the house sigil might be seen. ] ...he might have newspaper clippings. [ And he had a picture of Lyanna Stark at his desk, and gods knew that Robert couldn't look at her without thinking of how desperately he wanted to kill the Targaryens. ]
Gods, [ because ancient as it was, the Lannisters had more attachments to the Light of the Seven than any version of Christianity ] he might have thousands of things.
Don't tell me I have to look through his belongings for all of them.
[ It seemed, at least to Alex, that any tension between the two of them was slowly ebbing away. Unless he was just finding himself relax for the first time in a while, and perhaps his guard was coming down a little. Only a little. It was why he was finding it easy to laugh at the words Jaime said. ]
C'mon, you can't get your head chopped off anymore. Don't worry 'bout it.
[ Alex comes back into the main room so he can look at Jaime. He plops himself on the large bed, bouncing as the springs push back against him. ] At least the bed'll hold him. [ He smirks, and then they go back to talking about business, so his expression turns serious again.
Alex's eyes stayed on Jaime as they talked. And Jaime mentioned thousands of things and how he'd have to go through it all. Alex gave him an unfortunate grimace. ]
Maybe . . .
[ He started. If it was a Tulpa. He still wasn't completely sure, because he hadn't seen the thing himself. ]
If it's any consolation, I'm fairly sure I'll have to sleep in the same room as Robert until this thing is over.
The snoring's going to drive you mad. [ Jaime smiled slightly as he said it, though (a tired smile, but that was some attempt at commiseration), and then he shook his head and looked down at his hands-- the flesh one, the false one-- where they rested on his lap. He could handle going through the bits and bobs of documents Robert Baratheon kept, he knew. He just didn't particularly want to.
Curling his flesh hand in, he lifted his head and looked at Alex where he sat on the bed. ] Do you need my help with fixing this room?
[ Because if not, he was just going to sit here waiting for Alex to get things done. Jaime didn't have any attachments to being useless, but it was a better alternative to pretending he understood whatever it was that Alex did, beliefs set aside. ]
I'm sure I've heard worse. You should've heard some of the guys I've slept next to before... [ And just like that, Alex had basically outed himself. Not that he particularly cared, Jaime could think what he wanted about Alex. And it wouldn't have made him blink an eye if Alex had said women, so why shouldn't it be the same? ]
Uh-- [ Alex looked around the room, wondering if there was any way that Jaime could be helpful. ]
Yeah, can you see if you can figure out a way outta here that isn't through the door? Just in case? If there's a fire escape ladder or anythin' outside?
[ Jaime rose a brow, but not because of whatever thinly veiled confession Alex might have made. He was just appalled the man thought he wouldn't have thoroughly documented the room already. ] No ladder.
The windows open on a latch, but it's a six-story drop onto concrete. [ Jaime shook his head. ] Be a terrible escape, that.
Possible in an emergency, though. [ Alex mused, walking over to the window so he could look down. There wasn't much that he could see because it didn't open all the way, which was annoying, but maybe... maybe he could make it work. ]
Too narrow for a person like us, or a person like Robert?
[ Alex looked over at Jaime with a smirk and then walked to the bed so he could take out the salt he'd brought with him. Although he wasn't sure it would be enough, he could at least make a start. ]
Here -- you can help with this.
[ Alex tossed Jaime one of the salt containers. It was just ordinary table salt, but it worked wonders keeping things at bay, and if they wanted to make sure Robert was safe, it was the easiest thing they could do. ]
Run it along the windows - make sure there's absolutely no space.
[ Salt. Alex liked to use salt for some reason or other, and Jaime could never comprehend it. Though he understood when he'd been told ages ago that it had some sort of cleansing property (a little bit like how it was used to clean wounds, wasn't that it?), he didn't much understand why.
But it wasn't his job to understand why regular old seasonings ought to keep supernatural presences at bay. So Jaime took the salt and poured as directed, albeit in a manner more clumsy than not.
His left hand was a useless, miserable thing.
Still, he got the job done. Fingers curled around the container, Jaime peered in to see there was still some left. He screwed it shut and walked to where Alex was to return it. ]
It creates a barrier to prevent supernatural things from coming in - ghosts and shit. Can't tell you how many times salt's saved my life -- not that it matters anymore.
[ Alex is talking as he goes, splashing holy water here and there in the room. He's not thinking about the words coming out of his mouth. Jaime seems to be doing a good job. ]
I'll do whatever I can to save him, but I can't do much until I get a look at what's haunting him.
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[ Jaime didn't even get drunk. Of the three Lannister children, he was the only one acquainted with sobriety.
Robert Baratheon truly was a terrible leader, however. A shame, really, since he was a powerful revolutionary in his prime. Funny that it was only when he had the power to make change that he became too lazy to make any of those changes to begin with.
Unlike Alex, Jaime was satisfied taking a seat at the chair by the desk, its body turned so he was facing the rest of the room and the man that rifled through it. To Jaime, this was all standard fare-- there was nothing out of the ordinary he had to take note of-- but he supposed whatever absurd rituals Alex had to do warranted all of this.
Then he frowned, head tilting slightly as he considered where the house sigil might be seen. ] ...he might have newspaper clippings. [ And he had a picture of Lyanna Stark at his desk, and gods knew that Robert couldn't look at her without thinking of how desperately he wanted to kill the Targaryens. ]
Gods, [ because ancient as it was, the Lannisters had more attachments to the Light of the Seven than any version of Christianity ] he might have thousands of things.
Don't tell me I have to look through his belongings for all of them.
[ He will, won't he. ]
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C'mon, you can't get your head chopped off anymore. Don't worry 'bout it.
[ Alex comes back into the main room so he can look at Jaime. He plops himself on the large bed, bouncing as the springs push back against him. ] At least the bed'll hold him. [ He smirks, and then they go back to talking about business, so his expression turns serious again.
Alex's eyes stayed on Jaime as they talked. And Jaime mentioned thousands of things and how he'd have to go through it all. Alex gave him an unfortunate grimace. ]
Maybe . . .
[ He started. If it was a Tulpa. He still wasn't completely sure, because he hadn't seen the thing himself. ]
If it's any consolation, I'm fairly sure I'll have to sleep in the same room as Robert until this thing is over.
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Curling his flesh hand in, he lifted his head and looked at Alex where he sat on the bed. ] Do you need my help with fixing this room?
[ Because if not, he was just going to sit here waiting for Alex to get things done. Jaime didn't have any attachments to being useless, but it was a better alternative to pretending he understood whatever it was that Alex did, beliefs set aside. ]
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Uh-- [ Alex looked around the room, wondering if there was any way that Jaime could be helpful. ]
Yeah, can you see if you can figure out a way outta here that isn't through the door? Just in case? If there's a fire escape ladder or anythin' outside?
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The windows open on a latch, but it's a six-story drop onto concrete. [ Jaime shook his head. ] Be a terrible escape, that.
Ventilation's too narrow for a person, too.
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Too narrow for a person like us, or a person like Robert?
[ Alex looked over at Jaime with a smirk and then walked to the bed so he could take out the salt he'd brought with him. Although he wasn't sure it would be enough, he could at least make a start. ]
Here -- you can help with this.
[ Alex tossed Jaime one of the salt containers. It was just ordinary table salt, but it worked wonders keeping things at bay, and if they wanted to make sure Robert was safe, it was the easiest thing they could do. ]
Run it along the windows - make sure there's absolutely no space.
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But it wasn't his job to understand why regular old seasonings ought to keep supernatural presences at bay. So Jaime took the salt and poured as directed, albeit in a manner more clumsy than not.
His left hand was a useless, miserable thing.
Still, he got the job done. Fingers curled around the container, Jaime peered in to see there was still some left. He screwed it shut and walked to where Alex was to return it. ]
Is salt really going to save my boss' life?
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[ Alex is talking as he goes, splashing holy water here and there in the room. He's not thinking about the words coming out of his mouth. Jaime seems to be doing a good job. ]
I'll do whatever I can to save him, but I can't do much until I get a look at what's haunting him.
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[ This is the only time in Jaime's life he'll ever encourage seeing ghosts. ]
Do you need me for anything else? [ Jaime won't be offended if Alex says no. This isn't his area of expertise, after all. ]
I'll wait outside for you to finish. Then I'll take you to your room.