Nikolai Leonidovich Skalov // Jaime Lannister (ser_jaime) wrote in doorslogs,
"You-..." His brows furrowed and then he sighed. Of course. Ned Stark had been stolen from a different time, so it made sense that Tyrion too had been living in the past, and did not look the way Jaime remembered him to.
He was starting to feel a little bitter about that. Why couldn't he be from the past? Things had been simpler when Ned Stark was busy trying to start the war. Jaime would have still been whole, and still had the chance of being the knight he was supposed to be.
But now was no time for such musings. Nor should they indulge in their usual idle banter, this time about three-piece suits and polished leather shoes. Not in the hallway at least.
Jaime hadn't planned on going back any time soon, but. He wasn't expecting to run into Tyrion of all people. Change of plans.
"Rushing off somewhere to get yourself trampled by the hoi polloi or would you like to stay in my room?"