Tywin Lannister (nomen_aeternum) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-27 14:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, tywin lannister |
Who: Tywin Lannister [Narrative]
What: Memories
When: Wednesday
Where: Hospital
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
In his dreams, he's young again and impossibly so. A boy of what - fifteen, sixteen? And yet that boy is leading an army of red and gold to war, has to because his father - soft and weak from the start but made softer and weaker even by that whore who has the audacity to presume she is the Lady of the House - won't. No, not won't, can't.
House Tarbeck falls and so does House Reyne, their lines forever extinguished - the golden lion's claws are longer and sharper in the end.
Tytos dies and his son feels (nothing, or perhaps relief) obligated to inform the woman of her patron's demise. She's wearing his mother's dress, stuffing jewellery into velvet pouches and laughs. To her, he's just a boy. To him, she's worth less than the dirt on his boots. Stripped naked, she is forced to walk the streets of Lannisport and confesses, sobbing, to every man she meets that she is but a thief and a whore.
She tastes death on her tongue but his verdict is banishment (she's not worth the effort).
Older now - nineteen or twenty - he is summoned, appointed Hand of the King, and he rules the kingdoms while the King himself fosters and nurses madness in a dark bitter place.
Gold and emerald, beauty wrapped around a sharp mind, her name is Joanna, more Lannister than any of his siblings could ever hope to be. Exchanging vows before the gods, she casts a glance at his serious face from behind lowered lashes, cocks one eyebrow (one part disapproval of his graveness, four parts challenge for him to keep it up if he dares), and Tywin's mouth curves, involuntarily, into a smile...
Tywin glanced away from the window, back to the doctor who'd been talking for the better part of twenty minutes.
"You were saying?"
A soft, exasperated sigh escaped the doctor as he pinched his nose.
"I was saying that for the moment we seem to be doing something right, Mister Lannister. Are you feeling alright?"
"I am. I would feel better if we brought this meeting of ours to a conclusion now."
"...Sure. I'll see you in two weeks and remember-"
"Plenty of rest, yes. I'm not senile."
Before the doctor could say anything else, Tywin was up and out of the door. Some people were just so... well, the doctor couldn't find any word that would aptly describe how he felt about that particular patient.