Nikolai Leonidovich Skalov // Jaime Lannister (ser_jaime) wrote in doorslogs,
Jaime reached out to offer to help with the bottle, but his hand hesitated in mid-air when he realised he would look strange if he attempted to unscrew it with one hand, given that this version of Tyrion doesn't yet know what happened.
Thankfully Tyrion figured it out and Jaime just smiled and slipped his left hand into his pocket. He moved towards the window and sighed as he looked down below. Yes, it was bleak outside indeed. Jaime wondered if the gods ever looked out of their windows and watched their loyal worshippers squirm and scream like this.
"I've talked to Ned Stark," Jaime said to his own reflection after a moment's silence, keeping his gaze out the window instead of looking at Tyrion over his shoulder.
"His head was still attached to his neck and somehow he remembers dying even though he is not dead. He does not look like them, if that is of any consolation." Still had his head and still rational, which was rather unfortunate. Maybe this time he would know how to play the game of thrones a little better and try not to start a war while getting himself killed again.
Jaime sat down on the edge of the other bed in the room, running his hand through his hair as he glanced at Tyrion. He still hated it when his brother looked at him like that.
"We came from different times. The Tyrion I knew had left King's Landing after... rather unfortunate circumstances. And the Jaime you knew..." Another sigh. His eyes went first to the ceiling, then to the carpeted floor.