avery perkins 👑 cersei lannister (goldencoat) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2019-05-22 11:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, * jach, c: avery perkins |
WHO: Avery Perkins
WHERE: The Perkins Farmhouse.
WHEN: May 12th; Late evening. (Backdated)
WHAT: Avery reacts to Game of Thrones.
RATING: Medium
STATUS: narrative; complete.
Avery understood it was coming, of course. There was no way this story could possibly end with a happy ending for Cersei Lannister. Nor did she deserve one, really. She’d done unspeakable things and Avery knew that Cersei was a bad person. But it didn’t mean there still wasn’t a connection there. A part of her was Cersei now that she’d been so intimately introduced into the Queen’s personal thoughts and memories. The love Cersei had for her children was made all the more real to Avery now as they both experienced the early stages of pregnancy together. It had been with a heavy heart and a complicated mix of emotions that Avery had turned on the television to Game of Thrones that night, and as the building crumbled down around Cersei, she didn’t hide her tears. Her knees were pulled tightly to her chest and encircled with her arms. The weight of Liam’s protective arm rested on her shoulders and she leaned in closer to him. Cersei’s realization that there was no escape hit Avery hard. “I want our baby to live. I want our baby to live.” As she pleaded with Jaime to find a way to save them, Avery’s chest knotted up and tears completely obscured her vision. Liam pulled her closer and she buried her face against his shoulder. As the room collapsed and Cersei and Jamie died together with their child, Avery cried for them. Fans around the world were either cheering or yelling that she deserved something far worse, but in a farmhouse in Virginia, Avery mourned for them. Later, in the complete darkness of the middle of the night, she lay awake thinking. The sounds of Liam’s even breathing and the dogs soft snores were a comfort as her mind turned everything over and over again. She’d known the death was coming. It had been inevitable. Cersei’s own choices had painted her into a corner of no escape. But if she had to die, perhaps in Jaime’s arms, looking into his face, was more than she could have ever asked for. She didn’t die alone. As she rolled over and wiped a few stray tears from her cheeks, Avery was thankful for that. |