[ Tyrion keeps his eyes on his big brother as he moves with such ease that he envies. If only he could move like that, but instead he waddles and his joints and muscles hurt more than he likes to let on. But Jaime? He moves like a God. Looks like one, too.
Tyrion may be the smart one, but Jaime is the everything else one. And there are plenty of reasons why Jaime shouldn't leave. ]
Death, for one.
[ That was a big reason, but not the biggest in Tyrion's eyes. ]
You'll be leaving Cersei and father. You could get severely injured; your face could be cut - [ and Gods forbid that happened... ] - you could lose a leg, an arm, a hand. You could be sent off to battle and never return.
[ Tyrion trails off and pauses for a long moment, running a finger awkwardly along his desk. ]
[ Everything Tyrion says, Jaime is ready to rebuff. Cersei's going to be fine, father won't miss me, I'll heal from anything that comes up, no matter what I lose I'll be the best fighter there is, if I die for honour then I die the way I've always wanted to--
But then Tyrion brings himself up, and Jaime isn't sure what to say to that. What cocky air he might have cultivated about himself fades, the hands on his lap pause in their twiddling, and he's left sat there looking at his little brother and that finger on wood.
He doesn't say anything at first, looking towards the door and listening for footsteps. Could there be someone out there, waiting? Watching through the peephole? Jaime's brows furrow. ]
...you're going to see me again. [ Then he turns to face Tyrion once more. ] I won't forget about you. I can't forget about you.
You'll come to my knighting ceremony. You'll see when King Aerys makes me part of his Kingsguard. You...
[ Another look. Then Jaime finds Tyrion again. ]
You're the only person I've ever loved. We can't be apart forever, it's impossible.
[ Does Tyrion know that Jaime is coming home? Does he know for sure? Is there a guarantee? No, there isn't. And as much as he wants to believe that he'll see Jaime again... ]
How do you know?
[ His voice is low, quiet because they're talking about... them whatever it is. It needs to be quiet. It needs to be hidden. But Jaime is saying he loves Tyrion and he sucks in a deep breath. ]
I'm not worried about you forgetting about me. I'm worried we're never going to see each other again...
[ Tyrion turns to face Jaime, looking up at his brother with big, sad eyes. ]
[ Those eyes, gods, will be the death of him. Jaime looks appalled before he brings his hand up, pushing his palm into Tyrion's face. ] Don't look at me like that. [ Because as surprised as he'd been he's also embarrassed, and shy, and uncertain how to cope with the idea of anyone missing him like that if he died. Tywin would only care about the family name, Cersei would weep and ultimately deem him too weak to have survived at all, but Tyrion...
Jaime's hand falls away, of course. But the damage is done and Jaime has always been weak to his little brother, the person he loves most in the world, and he's sure that isn't going to be ending any time soon. ]
...of course we're going to see each other again. Have you seen me? I'm the best swordsman there is.
[ Indeed, at fifteen Jaime Lannister is already known for his skill, rumours whispering that he was born with a sword in hand. Ser Barristan of the Kingsguard wouldn't have taken him in otherwise, he thinks. Not at all. ]
I think, when you have something to live for, you fight your hardest. And when you fight your hardest, you have to live. [ It's simplistic, but Jaime has always been simple. He doesn't quite realise this only proves he's still a child, still too innocent to kill. ] I'm going to fight to come back to you. Even if I lose all my limbs I'll come back to you.
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Tyrion may be the smart one, but Jaime is the everything else one. And there are plenty of reasons why Jaime shouldn't leave. ]
Death, for one.
[ That was a big reason, but not the biggest in Tyrion's eyes. ]
You'll be leaving Cersei and father. You could get severely injured; your face could be cut - [ and Gods forbid that happened... ] - you could lose a leg, an arm, a hand. You could be sent off to battle and never return.
[ Tyrion trails off and pauses for a long moment, running a finger awkwardly along his desk. ]
I might not see you again.
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But then Tyrion brings himself up, and Jaime isn't sure what to say to that. What cocky air he might have cultivated about himself fades, the hands on his lap pause in their twiddling, and he's left sat there looking at his little brother and that finger on wood.
He doesn't say anything at first, looking towards the door and listening for footsteps. Could there be someone out there, waiting? Watching through the peephole? Jaime's brows furrow. ]
...you're going to see me again. [ Then he turns to face Tyrion once more. ] I won't forget about you. I can't forget about you.
You'll come to my knighting ceremony. You'll see when King Aerys makes me part of his Kingsguard. You...
[ Another look. Then Jaime finds Tyrion again. ]
You're the only person I've ever loved. We can't be apart forever, it's impossible.
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How do you know?
[ His voice is low, quiet because they're talking about... them whatever it is. It needs to be quiet. It needs to be hidden. But Jaime is saying he loves Tyrion and he sucks in a deep breath. ]
I'm not worried about you forgetting about me. I'm worried we're never going to see each other again...
[ Tyrion turns to face Jaime, looking up at his brother with big, sad eyes. ]
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Jaime's hand falls away, of course. But the damage is done and Jaime has always been weak to his little brother, the person he loves most in the world, and he's sure that isn't going to be ending any time soon. ]
...of course we're going to see each other again. Have you seen me? I'm the best swordsman there is.
[ Indeed, at fifteen Jaime Lannister is already known for his skill, rumours whispering that he was born with a sword in hand. Ser Barristan of the Kingsguard wouldn't have taken him in otherwise, he thinks. Not at all. ]
I think, when you have something to live for, you fight your hardest. And when you fight your hardest, you have to live. [ It's simplistic, but Jaime has always been simple. He doesn't quite realise this only proves he's still a child, still too innocent to kill. ] I'm going to fight to come back to you. Even if I lose all my limbs I'll come back to you.
I promise. And I never break my promises.