Lancel Lannister

Lancel Lannister for Blood and Glory [email protected] [email protected]

[lannisterlancel]

email ⟶ daenerys targaryen (september 21)

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  From: [email protected]  To: [email protected] Re: Subject: FWD: Oxford University Open Day 2012

M as in middle, I remember. Thank you so much for forwarding this to me, I greatly appreciate it.

I hope you are doing well, and thank you once again. I’ll let you know if I decide to go up there.

Daenerys

[lannisterlancel]

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]  Subject: Re: Re: FWD: Oxford University Open Day 2012

Not a problem! Let me know if you have any questions, I'll be happy to help. Perhaps I'll see you nex

Lancel

[lannisterlancel]

email ⟶ daenerys targaryen (september 21)

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]  Subject: FWD: Oxford University Open Day 2012

Hello Daenerys,

it was a pleasure meeting you at the Martell Gala. I just received this email from the administration and thought it might interest you.

Lancel

---------- Forwarded message ----------

The University of Oxford invites you to the OXFORD UNIVERSITY OPEN DAY.

Come and see us and find out for yourself what Oxford is really like!

Our final University open day for 2012 will take place on Friday, 27 September. We hope very much that you will be able to visit during one of our open days, but if this is not possible, you are still welcome to visit the University at anytime. Most colleges are open throughout the year, at least for potential applicants to walk around the grounds. Unfortunately, departments are rarely open to visitors except during open days. Please see our course pages for more on opportunities to visit subject departments. If you have questions about a particular college or department you might like to contact them before you visit as it's not always possible to arrange personal meetings, especially during term-time.

The open day will include:

course presentations

sample lectures

an introduction to the Oxford Business Alumni Network

a careers presentation

an admissions presentation by representatives of the MFE admissions office

a Q&A session with current students 

a tour of the School

If you wish to attend, please make sure you complete the registration form.

If you would like help planning your visit or if you would like to know more about the admissions process, please contact us or visit our Admissions Information Centre.

We look forward to meeting you in Oxford!

[lannisterlancel]

there's a sun about to rise out in the distance | september 15th (daenerys and lancel)

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She smiled wistfully as he went on talking about his sister. She didn’t have a problem with it, no, it was actually quite nice for her. To hear someone talk about something with such emotion and fondness. And have it be another person not some drape or fictus just brought out the smile more. 

"You’re her older brother, you’re supposed to be that way." She stated as if the same went for her. Well, it did, it was just…very complicated, especially as of late. It disconcerted her a bit, just a bit, nothing to make her second guess anything about what either of her brothers do. 

Daenerys pictured his sister as a little kid, not someone in their teens. It was just the way he spoke of her, and it reminded her startling of her own brother. Surely Viserys was the same way, back then. Though he was much younger, where the pet and protection definition were still well-meaning. And even still, they are for her own good. He was only trying to protect her. He was always trying to protect her. Though could he protect her from himself? The question prompted an immediate no from her subconscious, and she felt her smile fall as she berated herself.

It was complicated, was the only excuse she could provide with herself. It’s not his fault, and if it was, it was just as much her’s as well.

"M as in middle," She repeated with a smirk upon her lips. “Well, both of your siblings are sure to be very lucky. Just the way you speak of your little sister. You must care a lot for them." She said softly, taking another sip from her glass. While he practically bared his soul on the subject of siblings, Daenerys wasn’t so sure it would be wise for her to do the same. Her family life was private, and no one understood completely, and then they didn’t even want to understand. 

She stood there, trying not to fold her arms protectively across her middle. That would be frowned upon. She suddenly wanted to excuse herself, but there was no proper reason for it. It wasn’t dreadful conversation, only now it had halted. She couldn’t go on about her brothers, and furthermore, her family. 

Daenerys cleared her throat a bit and tightened her hold on her champagne glass. Her empty champagne glass. “Well, it was definitely nice to meet you, and I really enjoyed talking with you." She began, a bit timidly. Daenerys reached out, placing a light hand on his arm and dropped her voice a bit, “I think both of us are due for another round of mindless conversations though." Offering him an apologetic smile, she backed away slowly, receding into the crowd once more.

[lannisterlancel]

"I do," he nods with a smile. "Family is important." He didn't mean to parrot the words Cersei had said to him not an hour before, but it's the simplest truth he knows. Family is important, and family comes first. Inherent to any Lannister -- except one. The thought worms itself into his mind again and lodges there like a splinter. But she's not even a real Lannister, not like he is. Se can distance herself from it all she wants now, but Myrcella grew up a Baratheon, and that is another truth she will never be able to shake.

Daenerys doesn't offer anything about her family in return, Lancel notes not without curiosity. He hasn't told her anything someone who knew only the tiniest bit about his family didn't already know, or could have easily guessed at, at the very least. But that in itself is answer enough about the Targaryen family, he supposes.

He nods in understanding when Daenerys begins to excuse herself. Their conversation, while not awkward, was beginning to stall, and while he could probably lock her in it for a while longer by rolling off more of the same meaningless pleasantries everybody else was telling her, it would most likely have the opposite effect of what he'd intended.

(Of what Cersei had intended, but he'd prefer not to think of it like that.)

"It was very nice to meet you too, Daenerys," he returns with a smile. Her hand on his arm is unexpected, and startles him for a moment, before his surprise makes way for a grin spreading across his face. "I think you're right. Well, I'll see you around."

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you set out on your darkest days [september 20; lancel and janei]

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When Lancel smacks his head on the table, Janei tries not to jump, but she does. It’s a little startling to her, and she thinks regretfully, that her brother is being a bit over dramatic. How could someone let someone else hurt them that much? It’s even a little ridiculous to think, but that’s how lucky she’s been; to not have that pain thrust upon her at the hands of someone else.

He was muttering something to himself, something along the lines that he should’ve done something sooner. He ignored what his subconscious had been telling him. Janei sees that as potentially dangerous. “You musn’t do that…Ignore the signs. They’re there, and you can see them for a reason." Of course, Janei has no idea what she’s actually talking about, but it makes her feel better to at least have some input. Maybe Lancel will think of her as a young adult, and not just a little sister who always needs protecting.

She watches his hand hold her’s and smiles briefly, “Good." She says softly, she’s glad her brother is glad, but was there another option? Surely not, but it’s different this time. This is a different type of glad, which Janei amounts to circumstance. Her brother is glad because he had wanted to be alone, but that’s not what he needed, Janei knows that. She doesn’t know how, but she does. 

"I brought films for us." She looks up at her brother’s bruised face with a small smile, “Up was one, the other was How to Train Your Dragon.  I sort of packed in a haste in case Mum called you to check." She turns her smile into a smirk, hunching in her shoulders a bit. “We can watch them, if you like, later."

[lannisterlancel]

Lancel looks at her with a sad smile. His sister is trying to sound so wise, but she doesn't know what she's talking about, not yet. One day, she'll have to find out. Rage coils around his insides at the thought. She's only a child, for fuck's sake -- but she won't be for much longer, he knows that, and secretly, he hates it. She's thirteen, fourteen soon, a teenager and Christ, why did she have to grow up so fast?

"It's not that easy," he says quietly, starting into his cup. The signs, yeah. They'd been there. Looking at it now, sitting here in his kitchen with a swollen face and only a vague memory of how he got it, it seems pretty obvious to him. Ami had been one walking, talking, flashy sign. And yet… "One day, you'll understand. And believe me, I wish you didn't, because it fucking sucks." He sucks in a breath and sheepishly glances up at Janei. "Sorry. Language, I know. Don't pick that up from me, or mum will kill me, even though the Bible says not to."

His smile grows into a more honest one when Janei begins to list the films she's brought. "Yeah, I'd like that," he says with a squeeze of her hand. "We can get takeout and-- wait, in case Mum called to check? What does that mean?" He raises an eyebrow and leans in closer, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Janei Gabrielle Lannister, what did you tell your mother?"

[ababyviper-blog]

text message → lancel (september 22nd)

Message : hey man, you wanna come over for pizzas and a rambo marathon?

[He waits for a moment, frowning. It’s been a while since he’s spoken to Lancel. He had seen him, briefly at the gala, but had been preoccupied with keeping Mya entertained]

Message : how are you, btw? haven’t spoken to you in a while

[lannisterlancel]

message: hey, good to hear from you! pizza and movies sounds perfect right now. + i've some beer in the fridge i could bring over

message: i'm good! i mean i had a gf now i don't and it sucked but I'm over it

message: how about you? what have you been up to?

[tripletpeaks]

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you set out on your darkest days [september 20; lancel and janei]

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Her brows knit together, and she feels sorry that her brother is in such a state. Though she wonders if she could do something to help, to lessen the pain he must be feeling. Janei couldn’t understand exactly what her brother was going through, but she could probably do something to help. 

"Just because you were wrong, it doesn’t make you an idiot. Although, you still are an idiot." She grins at her brother’s mop of hair, “I thought she was rather nice, so it wasn’t just you." She twists her tea mug around on the table, mulling over what her brother has said so far.

He is obviously feeling down, and taking it out on himself. Wherever, those bruises came from, and whoever gave them to him, were evidence of that. “It’s okay though, I mean…Not right now, it doesn’t have to be, but it still is. At the same time, you know?" She rambles on, her grin diminishing into a thin line and her brow uncreasing.

[lannisterlancel]

Janei is trying to help, even though she must be leagues out of her element right now, talking about something even Lancel himself knew only little about just a few months ago. There's probably nothing anyone could say right now that would make any of this easier to deal with, but the fact alone that his little sister is trying makes him feel just a tiny bit less awful.

"I should've known better though. I knew better, damn it, and I ignored it." He bumps his head on the table once in frustration, and immediately wishes he didn't when a white hot flash of pain shoots through his skull. He lifts his head up again and rubs his forehead.

Janei looks so serious and so worried, it breaks his heart a little, and he hates that he's the one responsible for it. "Hey," he says, reaching across the table for her hand. He squeezes it softly. "I'm glad you're here."

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you set out on your darkest days [september 20; lancel and janei]

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The kettle starts whistling, so Janei digs into the cupboards, trying to find two mugs. She hears her brother moving about, and glances behind her to see him sitting in one of the chairs. God he looks so sad and upset, and Janei doesn’t quite know what to do about that. 

In the next cabinet, she finds two heavy mugs perfect for tea. Pouring the steaming water inside them, she turns off the burner and puts the kettle back on the stove. Janei opens her bag of tea bags and places one in each of the cups. Luckily, she sees a bowl of sugar already on the table, so she makes her way over, cups in hand.

She frowns as she places Lancel’s cup in front of him. It doesn’t make any sense, Ami had seemed so nice when she met her, if not a little more than dumb. Though she wouldn’t tell Lancel that, but still, she seemed to like her brother a lot.

Relationships were so confusing.

It angers her however, that she’s hurt her brother in such a way. She’s never really seen Lancel run from anything before, but he had left so early because of her, and it doesn’t take her long to change her view on Ami from accepting to downright despising. Her face shows it too, a grimace planted on it as she takes the seat diagonally from him. 

"Well…" She begins, but pauses after that. She doesn’t quite know what to say, would telling him that she didn’t deserve him anyway make him feel better? Or maybe if she told him she thought Ami liked him as well..No, definitely not, “She isn’t worth your trouble then." She decides to say and wraps a hand around the warming tea mug.

[lannisterlancel]

He must look so pathetic to her; her older brother, the one she's looked up to all her life, reduced to a pitiful, heartbroken fool who tries to drown his bad decisions in alcohol. That's all he is though, isn't it? A coward, a disappointment, and a drunk. Joffrey had been a coward too, and a drunk, and maybe even a disappointment to some, but he hadn't cared, and most of all, he'd done what he wanted.

Lancel does glance up when Janei sets the steaming mug down in front of him, giving her a small smile, before turning his eyes downwards again. He's always been the one taking care of her, and right now, he's hit square in the face by how grown up she is, how unlike the little girl barreling into his legs every time he walked through the door, bombarding him with all sorts of questions like she was convinced that he had all the answers.

He never did, but it stings that Janei has figured that out, too, and perhaps a lot longer ago than he realises. He toys with the little label attached to the tea bag in his cup.

"I thought she was worth it," he mutters. He shrugs again. It's a helpless gesture, not so much one of indifference like he wishes it could be. He doesn't want to care. He wants to just shrug it off and move on with his life. God, he wishes he'd never met her. He should've thrown out that stupid paper cup with her number on it. Who did that anyway? Wasn't that the plot of every teen movie, ever? He should have known. God, how could he have been so stupid?

With a groan, he does slump now, placing his forehead on the cool table top. "Guess I was wrong. You have an idiot for a brother, Janei."

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you set out on your darkest days [september 20; lancel and janei]

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The heat from the stove starts to hit her, so she moves a bit further away, still keeping a careful eye on the pot. She looks down as her brother continues on with that stupid bike story and rolls her eyes while she’s at it. It doesn’t bother her, that he’s lying, but it’s that he’s assuming she’s accepting it. 

She has never liked people lying to her, it makes her feel small, and she usually gets the impression that they think of her as a child, and she’s not. She’s nearly fourteen and definitely not a child any more, not even how much both of her brothers wanted, and pretend her to be.

I’m fine is lie number two, unless he is jright olly that his face is sporting bruises. Janei doesn’t mean to keep a tally, and does away with the count immediately. When he speaks again, it’s quiet, almost as if it were a secret. And Lancel sounds…sad.

Janei looks up to find her brother staring at the table, as if ashamed. “Is that why you left so quickly? You were upset." She tries to explain it for him, because she definitely did not come up here to see her brother upset. “What happened, did she break-up with you?" The whole relationship thing is still a complex mystery to Janei, and she can’t figure out why people bother. 

[lannisterlancel]

Lancel doesn't look up at her. He knows that Janei won't gloat and rub the I-told-you-so in his face, but he's afraid that if he looks up to face her, he'll find pity, and that's not something he knows how to handle.

He slips in one of the chairs by the table. He tries not to slump, but he's tired, he's got a headache, and his face feels like a balloon, so he's not sure if he's actually succeeding in controlling his posture. He shrugs, pressing his lips together.

Upset, yes, that's one word. Angry, another. Embarrassed, probably the one that fits best.

Shame burns hot in his chest and rises to his cheeks. God, he hopes not a lot of people saw them, or worse, heard them argue the night of the Gala. He'd left without as much as a goodbye that night, too, and driven straight back to Lannister Street. Sleep hadn't come, and he'd spent the night throwing things into his suitcase and waiting until the end of curfew so he could leave. The thought of facing his family after what happened had felt impossible, and more than just a little sickening. 

"I thought she liked me," he says in a small voice he loathes the sound of. "But it's just my last name she found appealing." 

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you set out on your darkest days [september 20; lancel and janei]

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"Well you didn’t say you were leaving, so I thought I wouldn’t say I was coming to visit. Seems fair, hm?" She looks up at him pointedly, and twists around to open the fridge and freezer. There’s not much in there  aside from some takeaway boxes and condiments. There’s no milk, no orange juice, even no eggs or bacon for breakfast. 

Did Lancel simply survive on takeaway while he was at university? Janei likes to think not as she closes off the fridge. Running off into the bathroom, she grabs the first washcloth she sees and places some ice from the freezer in the middle, making a makeshift ice bag. “Here." She hands it to her brother. “You fell off your bike? I didn’t know you had a bike up here. It must’ve been some fall to get your face." She says less than amused. She’s trying not to be as worried as she is, but she’s not stupid; someone had punched her brother. No one gets their just their face beaten from falling off their bike. 

Janei trots over to her suitcase and pulls out a small bag placed in the front pocket. “I brought my own tea, my favourite. Mango Camomile, so we’ll have that, if that’s alright." She smiles more naturally at Lancel, walking to where the teapot sits on the stove, waiting. Filling it up with water, she turns on the heat and leaves it be. 

"I’m sorry for just…barging in." Janei folds her arms across her chest, and leans against the counter by the stove. “Are you alright?" She asks suddenly, looking up at her brother.

[lannisterlancel]

"Thanks," Lancel says, mustering a small smile when Janei hands him the ice pack. Gingerly, he holds it against his bruised eye, and winces when it makes contact with skin. He keeps it there though, hoping it wasn't too late to do at least something against the swelling. But the bruise has already formed, and he'll have to live with it until it fades whether he likes it or not. He just hope it won't be as noticeable anymore by the time the semester starts up again.

"I do. It's easier to get around campus this way." That part is true at least, but his bike is still in the basement where he locked it up in June before leaving for London for the summer. He's not sure if she's buying his lie. Probably not. Janei is smart, and unfortunately old enough to put two and two together. "Well. Yeah. It was an unlucky fall," he shrugs, trying to keep up the crumbling makeshift facade anyway.

The sting of the ice has lessened, and it's actually starting to feel soothing now. Lancel returns Janei's smile, watching her in silence while she starts to prepare tea for them. Truth be told, his initial shock aside, it's nice to have her here. He's spent the past week convinced that being on his own was for the best, without anybody asking him questions he didn't want to answer, because by doing that, he'd have to admit to his own failure -- his stupidity -- and worst of all, he'd have to admit that he was wrong, and everyone else had been right all along.

"It's okay," he says softly. He shifts the ice pack away from his eye. By now, his skin feels numb. "I'm fine." His second lie, and one she'll be able to see through much easier. He stares down at the kitchen table, following a small crease in the wood with his eyes. And then, quietly – "I'm not seeing Ami anymore."

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you set out on your darkest days [september 20; lancel and janei]

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She has to admit, standing there, waiting for him to come to the door had her nerves peaking up a bit. She shakes herself free of them, and holds her chin up high; she has nothing to worry about. This is her brother, Lancel. 

Though who answers the door has her wondering for a moment.

Instead of a fresh-faced brother, or even a sleep ridden brother, she has a battered and bruised one. She pushes a hand against the door, because he looked as if he was ready to close it. It wouldn’t do that, not to her at least.

"Lancel!" She exclaims, eyes wide with worry. What had happened? Could he not handle himself for a couple days without anyone else? Apparently not. Even if she had been angry at him for leaving, she didn’t wish him to get beat up. Of course, she would’ve playfully punched his arm or something of the like, but not now. “What happened?" She knits her brow, and pushes her way into the flat. For her brother’s state, it’s rather clean. Not as clean as Janei would like, but still…clean.

She immediately sets her suitcase down near a sofa and walks into the kitchen. Whatever happened to her brother will be sorted out, she can help him. And while she doesn’t like to see him damaged, it still makes her feel good that she came up when he needed someone. 

"I’ll make us some tea, and well…you’ve got to get something on that eye. After we wash your face, that is." She’s moving too fast, speaking too fast, but she definitely had not expected this. It sets her a little off kilter as she prances around her brother’s flat, trying to find where everything is. Breathing in once, she calms herself down and focuses. 

Turning back around, she looks at her brother again, “I thought I’d visit - and yes, Mum knows. I don’t leave without telling anyone where I’m going yet." She says, a less amused smirk plastered on her face.

[lannisterlancel]

Oh, this is bad. Lancel takes an unsteady step backwards when his sister pushes past him without waiting for an answer. He hates how her face fell with worry when he opened the door. Not without a bit of difficulty he tries to follow her chatter. Janei's voice is too bright and too fast, and she's asking too many questions.

He can't very well tell her what really happened to his face. He's not proud of it, and the memory of the night before (and the night before that one, and the one before that one as well) coils in his stomach like poison vines. "Nothing," he forces himself to say, his tongue curling clumsily around the word. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to smooth it down. He ducks -- escapes -- into his bathroom, and away from his sister's prying eyes.

He's startled by his own reflection in the mirror, looking half a stranger even to himself. He turns on the faucet and lets the cold water run through his fingers for a while before splashing some on his face. It helps to clear away the rest of the fog marring his vision and eases the throbbing pain in his head.

He's left the door open, so he could still hear her voice coming form the hall, talking about tea. He can hear her opening and closing various cupboards. He steps into the doorway, leaning against it for a bit of support. "I fell off my bike is all," the lie finally comes to him. "I was out early, and it rained a bit, and I slipped."

Lancel's back stiffens involuntarily when Janei rounds on him with a humourless grin. "I didn't say anything," he mumbles defensively. A moment too late, he recognises her words for the stab at his sudden disappearance a week ago she'd no doubt intended for them to be. "Listen Janei–" Heaving a tired sigh, Lancel walks towards her. His eyes fall on the half emptied bottle of liquor on the kitchen counter.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was leaving, okay? But I didn't even know I was leaving until I did. Why didn't you say you were coming to visit? I would have…" not been such a mess.

[lannisterlancel]

Lancel’s flat in Oxford.

[lannisterlancel]

text message → dorna swyft (september 16th)

[dornaswyfts]

message: It’s alright. 

message: I just miss you when you go off to school. message: We’ll all be awaiting your return to get your things. And then, we can have that dinner we planned on.

[lannisterlancel]

message: i've to sort out a few things before lectures start up again

message: i'll let you know when i'll stop by in a few weeks

message: don't worry about me though, i'm fine

[lannisterlancel]

text message → dorna swyft (september 16th)

[dornaswyfts]

message: A text isn’t a note, Lancel. And especially not when it’s obviously after the fact.

message: When you have decided to calm down, we can talk.

[lannisterlancel]

message: fine, next time i’ll remember to put a post-it on the fridge

message: i don’t even want to talk leave me al

[lannisterlancel]

Half an hour later--

message: mum, i'm sorry

message: i'm there now

[lannisterlancel]

text message → dorna swyft (september 16th)

[dornaswyfts]

message: A text isn’t a note, Lancel. And especially not when it’s obviously after the fact.

message: When you have decided to calm down, we can talk.

[lannisterlancel]

message: fine, next time i'll remember to put a post-it on the fridge

message: i don't even want to talk leave me al

[lannisterlancel]

text message → dorna swyft (september 16th)

[dornaswyfts]

message: I understand perfectly. I just wish you hadn’t took off whenever you did without a note or anything. 

[lannisterlancel]

message: that's obviously why I'm texting you!!!

[lannisterlancel]

text message → dorna swyft (september 16th)

[dornaswyfts]

message: I will not be spoken to that way, Lancel Lannister. 

message: You could have been alone here.

[lannisterlancel]

message: fine, sorry.

message: no i could not have been. why is it so hard to understand that i want to be at my own place right now?

message: i'm not a child