Lady Tysha Of House Silverfist

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for theimpofcasterlyrock;;

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  The gods never cease to fuck me up the ass.  It had to be a trap.  But it was off of his tongue before he could curse himself; he had always had a problem with speaking before his mind caught up with his mouth.  ”Yes, I happen to know Tyrion Lannister incredibly well.  You could almost say we’re one in the same,” he swallowed, his words a bit constricted.  

If it truly were Tysha…gods be good, he was so unsure of what was to happen.  Tyrion Lannister was terrified. 

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"Then how much is a Lannister worth compared to other men?" Despite her quietness, there was an edge to her words that cut through most men.

It had to be a trap--a jest--this could not possibly be true. Tyrion Lannister was not here. He never would be. I'm just a whore to him. I will always be that. Never, never forget it, Tysha.  

She wanted to cry, wanted to scream. Wanted to curse him for toying with her. Yet all she did was stare down at him with sad, tired eyes. The youthful hope she feigned fell away. It was a cruel world. A world she was well accustomed to.

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  There was something about her smile that stirred within him things that he had long-since forgotten.  He cleared his throat and reached for the wine, taking a hearty sip before promptly choking and sputtering.  He looked at her, wondering who this woman was who had known him in his youth.  The Imp wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, sitting the goblet down.  

"It is of every importance that you tell me your name, my—my lady,” he told her once he’d managed to regain his composure.  

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Was this a trap?

Tysha stared as he sputtered on his wine--as if her name was a shock. She was no one. Unless he was friends with Tyrion, but she was positive that the man would still despise her. Lord Tywin had ruined her...in more ways than one. 

"Tysha." She answered. Sod it--if this was a trap, she was ready to fight. "My name is Tysha."

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  "Well, it seems as though the realm is quite full of sad-eyed men, especially in these times," he told her with a grin.  "I could be anyone."

Tyrion watched her fetch his wine, leaning back in his seat and sighing.  He gave her a curious glance, his interest piqued.  ”I do happen to be in these parts from King’s Landing.  There would have most likely been many boys there when you were there, as there always are.  Pray tell me who, my lady, and perhaps I’ll have heard of the lad?”

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"As could I." She smiled faintly and poured him a glass, careful to not spill it.

Perhaps? Hah! Tysha shook her head and chuckled. "I do believe all in Westeros know of Tyrion Lannister." Her smile faded as she corked the bottle, leaving it on the table assuming he would want more. "Though I doubt he'd ever wish to see me again. Not after--" She cut herself off, waving a hand in dismissal. "Nevermind. T'is of no importance."

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for hershiningknight;;

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  "My Lady is too kind," he replied in the same dry tone, narrowed emeralds turning on her, every facet of his features displaying his sheer lack of amusement at their interaction so far. The loss of his sword hand was hardly something to so light-heartedly comment upon in the same manner in which one would comment on the day’s weather. I was that sword hand. Who am I now? What am I now? She is right and that is why it wounds so. 

Whatever disdain he had felt towards his brother’s…wife? Could he still refer to her as such?, quickly faded as she insisted upon escorting him to wherever it was she was staying in order for him to clean himself up. 

He had been prisoner for many a month and as a result had bathed less times than he had been shown kindness at the hands of the Starks. “My Lady is too kind.” The words lacked the dry tone this time, instead when his tongue formed around them, they were spoken sincerely. “I confess I have not seen my brother in a year…more…I appear to have lost all sense of time whilst in the wilderness, but I shall tell you all I can.”

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"Save your 'my Ladies' for actual nobility, Ser." Despite his sincerity her hackles raised. The term still stung--her love for Tyrion had been made a cruel jest by their father. Eyebrows knitting together, her heart feels torn between disliking the man and pitying him. Truth be told, she still owes Jaime for saving her life, though it is Tyrion she gave her heart to.

"I am...sorry. I will save the rest of my foul comments for your father, if I ever so have the displeasure of seeing him again." She smiles halfheartedly. "Follow me--do you need someone to lean on? I am a bit stronger than what I used to be."

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for wearitlikearmortyrion;;

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  "Why would I lie about being a Lannister?" From his experience, everyone hated them.

"I’ve heard." Tyrion gulped. Just as he thought. Another fan.

"Lady Tysha, I presume. And what brings you here? Stealing more trinkets?" He hid his fear behind a cocky smile, his stance a bit more relaxed, even though he knew she might do something.

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"Stealing?"

She hissed out the word, eyes dark as a storm. How dare he--how dare he believe his Lord Father's lies. 

"You think I was a whore--you still think that." Her anger subsided quickly--tears stung her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "You're just like your father, Tyrion Lannister. But not nearly as clever."

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Midnight Poison — Dior

Eva Green para el comercial dirigido en 2007 por Wong Kar-Wai, dentro del Palais Garnier, en París.

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  "Perhaps."

"Clearly, I’m someone without manners." Tyrion bowed. "Tyrion Lannister, at your service."

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"Are you? Are you really?" 

She'd been taken off guard, but her anger was quick--her fear even moreso. Tysha had a dagger on her--valyrian steel that she'd stolen from an Essosi slaver. Men were easy to trick--she'd slit his throat when she mounted him--poor bastard died with a cock still hard.

"Lannisters are worth more, they say. Do you remember such a phrase, my Lord?" 

Her smile was cold.

"You know my name. Pretend that it is not so all you'd like, but you would not forget. Clever boy like you isn't the type."

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for wearitlikearmortyrion;;

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"I am fine, yes." She tried to smile, though it fell short. It always did when she was stressed. "And you? Are you all right?" He looked oddly familiar—his eyes reminded her of a boy she knew long ago. 

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"I always am. I’m used to being knocked around." He teased. "Do I know you?" He cocked his head, trying to remember her face through the many faces of his past.

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"Perhaps you do. I have that sort of face."

Her answer vague, she suddenly grew more guarded. “Who are you?”

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  "As was I. Reading while walking has always been a bad idea." He closed his book and looked up at the woman. She seemed a little shaken. "Are you alright, my dear?"

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"I am fine, yes." She tried to smile, though it fell short. It always did when she was stressed. "And you? Are you all right?" He looked oddly familiar--his eyes reminded her of a boy she knew long ago. 

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She bumped into him and then jumped, eyes widening. "Oh--I'm sorry, Ser. I was...distracted." Well, running away from the scene of a crime, but distracted was a less shocking term.

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"Listen son, I’ll give you three cents each for them b’anilla waffers."

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"You have nerve saying such things after using me in such foul ways. They are my cookies. You will not have them, Lion."

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open rp;;

Tysha turned to the person that had bumped into her. "Gods--you scared me."

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"You scared off the deer, you stupid brute." Tysha frowned, lowering her bow. "Do you have reason to be here aside from scaring off my dinner?"

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"That's one way of putting it." He appreciated her attempt at trying to brighten the mood. Ever since his Father's execution it had become a tender subject for him. Jon stayed all but silent as the Woman explained her story. The expression on his face became evidently more stern as the story became more and more grin. She knew Tyrion Lannister? She was involved with him? All of this was difficult to take in, definitely a rigid pill to swallow. He moved a hand and gently brushed it against her cheek, wiping the tears away and nodding in understanding. There wasn't much for him to say, and he feared asking questions and poking it with a stick would only demolish the emotional wall she had set up. "I do." 

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Tysha nodded, silent for a few moments as she willed herself to be calm. "Thank you." She was fine now. All that happened years ago and there were no Lannisters on the Wall. None that she was aware of, at least.

"I should check the stew--and I'm sorry, by the way. For...everything, I suppose."

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He chuckled a tiny bit and shook his head. His family was a bit of a sore spot, but he'd try to explain it to her to the best of his abilities. "I'm Ned Stark's Bastard son." That in itself gave away a lot. He didn't have to explain who Ned stark was, everyone knew who he was and he supposed crimes against the realm. "Never knew my mother. But I was raised as a Stark. His Wife never did like me though..I was a walking reminder that--" He stopped himself. No need to open that can of worms. "I joined the Night's watch once I was of age. Because here we're all brothers, house, name, bastard...it doesn't matter." It was evident by the look on his face he didn't want to go into anymore detail. "What about you? What's your story?"

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Stark? Shit, well, this was going to be awkward. "Ned Stark--well, I suppose that explains why you are so good at looking grim." Another joke, if only to lighten the mood--really, they were quite the pair and he didn't even know it. Not yet, anyways.

"I was a crofter's daughter, though I became an orphan when I was very young. He died of some wasting illness and I learnt very quickly that one little girl could not run a farm. Never knew my mother--she died when I was but a babe--my father did say that she was quite pretty. Had a goon singing voice too." 

She hesitated, almost wanting to leave it at that--but a half truth wouldn't do. "While I was out begging on a lonely road, some men tried to rape me. I ran and it was by mere chance that Jaime and Tyrion Lannister came to my rescue. Well--I suppose it was more so Jaime and his men that took care of those wretched men, but Tyrion was the one that helped me. Well, we fell in love--funny as it was, we were both only children, he married me in secret."

Her eyes lit up momentarily at the mention of her marriage, but quickly she lost the little joy such a memory brought her. "Of course his father would not allow such a thing--so Tywin Lannister told Jaime to say that I was just a whore. That their father had paid me to make him a man." The words came out like poison. "And--I had no choice. It was either play along or--or Tywin would have had me killed, surely. No one would have questioned the disappearance of an orphan girl. No one would have cared."

She did not notice the tears that wetted her cheeks--never had she told anyone this tale--not after Nana. Nana always said to keep it a secret. Secrets kept little urchin girls like her safe. "When Tyrion did not believe him--Tywin just. He had every last one of his guards take me. Gave me a silver for each one. And then he had Tyrion take me--he was last--and gave me a gold coin. Because Lannisters were worth more. And a Lannister always pays his debts."

Tysha pulled away from him, rubbing at her reddened eyes furiously. "And so, Jon Snow." She laughed, though the laugh died on her lips and sounded more like a ragged intake of breath. "That is my story--and that is why a Southern girl went North." Her shoulders trembled, the memories felt all too fresh. "Do you believe me?"