Olenna Tyrell (queen_of_thorns) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-07-28 17:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, olenna tyrell, tywin lannister |
Who: Olenna Tyrell and Tywin Lannister
What: Discussing Rita Skeeter's Gossip Post
When: Backdated: Wednesday, July 10th. Early Evening
Where: Olenna's Condo
Rating: Family Friendly
Status: Complete
It had been a few days since that Skeeter woman had written that blurb about her and Tywin and while Olenna hadn't been mentioned by name, it was only a matter of time before it came around to her. As a result, they had decided to meet once again to discuss the article and what the next step would be, so Olenna had invited Tywin over once again.
Tywin despised the gutter press. That was what they were: they lurked in the gutter and rooted through bins, inhabiting all the characteristics of rats without gaining an ounce of the animal’s cunning. Now he was forced to conduct damage control, but at the same time felt no embarrassment or annoyance at what had been exposed. He was angry that it hadn’t been his choice to expose it.
He’d taken his own car, and dressed in a plain blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up and casual trousers. He felt powerful in a suit, but he knew that it didn’t give him power. The clothes didn’t make the man, and power was power. Tywin knocked on Olenna’s door.
Olenna was also not embarrassed by what had gotten out, after all her and Tywin were friends, why should it embarrass her? What annoyed her was the fact that someone felt the need to follow Tywin and others around, hoping to get a story. Oh yes, she knew that this woman had more or less outed Loras a few months back and that was simply not right in the least. If Olenna ever found out where to find this Rita Skeeter, she would regret talking about her friends and family.
Hearing the knock at the door, Olenna moved through the condo to answer it, smiling when she saw Tywin, "Come in. I've got a kettle on if you'd like some tea." Olenna almost always had a kettle of water boiling when she was having guests and offered it even if she knew they weren't going to accept.
Tywin nodded, closing the door behind him and following the whine of the kettle. “That would be lovely, thank you,” he said, reaching the kitchen. “I decided not to burn the Skeeter woman’s life to the ground, in the end. No point in cutting off one head when there are more ready to sprout.”
"I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if she had been ready for some sort of retaliation. Don't all of these tabloid reporters keep a backup plan?" Of course Olenna was no expert on tabloid reporters, but when it came to someone like Tywin Lannister, she was sure that they would have some other dirt on them before exposing something as harmless as a man meeting with an old friend. Can't show all your cards at once.
She led the way into the kitchen and shut off te kettle then began preparing two cups of tea, "Have your children seen it?" She hadn't mentioned it to Loras and Margaery yet, because she hasn't been mentioned by name and as far as she knew, Renly was the only connection they had to the Lannisters. They didn't know that her and Tywin had dated before she'd met Luthor.
“Yes,” he said bluntly, taking the tea. “They reacted as I expected them to. Jamie makes jokes because he thinks he’s clever, and Cersei bites her tongue while the gears work away in her head as she calculates what this means for her future.”
Tywin drank from the cup. He purposefully ignored the subject of Tyrion. “It doesn’t matter, anyway.”
Olenna knew that Mace would certainly have something to say if he knew and as for her daughters, she didn't think they'd have much of an opinion. Olenna took her own cup and gestured towards the patio, which was a much nicer place for tea and conversations than the kitchen, "They always think they know what's best for us. And they always jump to conclusions."
He walked with her slowly, as if reluctant to let her dictate where they spoke. “And they refuse to believe we’re anything but old relics,” he said. “But did they jump to a conclusion this time? Or were they correct?”
"I suppose that depends on exactly what they think you're doing with this mysterious woman of yours." Olenna smirked at him before taking a sip of her tea. So many years had passed since they had dated, but she had to admit that seeing Tywin again after all this time still brought up those old feelings even if he had hurt her back then. During her lifetime Olenna Tyrell had only been in love with two men; her late husband and Tywin.
Tywin raised his eyebrows, the rest of his face remaining it’s usual impassive self. “That could encompass a great many things,” he replied, “We’re not that old.” He sipped from his tea.
“Such as?” She was curious as to what exactly Tywin was thinking. It was possible that they were thinking the same thing, but at the same time, it was entirely possible that they were thinking completely different things and she wanted to know what he had in mind first.
Tywin wasn’t a man to speak for the sake of speaking. Actions were of real importance. It wasn’t words, but actions, that had elevated him to where he was. So he chose to use action. Tywin calmly set down his cup, took a step forward and guided her up into a slow kiss.
It had been a very long time since Olenna had been kissed like this; not since before Luthor had died and an even longer time since it had been Tywin who was kissing her like this. While his actions might have shocked someone else, she wasn’t the least bit surprised and somehow managed to set her cup down and brought hand up to his cheek as she returned the kiss.
Tywin broke the kiss after a moment, and it almost looked like he was going to smile. Instead, his mouth tightened in a slight upward movement, which was as close as he was likely to get. Even around Olenna, it was difficult. He reached down and picked up his teacup, finishing it off and placing it back down. He then craned his head down to kiss her again, their height difference becoming very noticeable.
Olenna had been about to say something as Tywin finished off his tea, but he was kissing her again before she had the chance to, not that she minded exactly. The hand that had been on his cheek the first time, returned, but this time it only stayed there for a moment or two before sliding back to the nape of his neck as she kissed him back, her own neck tipped back to meet him. She had almost forgotten how much she’d had to reach to meet him, what with him being practically a foot taller than her. Luthor hadn’t been quite as tall as Tywin was.