mxnofhonour | SER JAIME LANNISTER.
She pulls back so suddenly, it near startles him. In one moment, all he knew was the feel of her lips on his. In the next, she was a foot away, staring at him.
Without any semblance of doubt, Brienne of Tarth is the ugliest thing the Gods had thrust upon the world. But those eyes that stare into his own….guiless sapphires as blue as the ocean which threatens to drown him. They remind him of home, of the waves that crashed into the cliffs below Casterly Rock. Oft times had he jumped into those waters, despite knowing the dangers. Despite the fears. Despite his mother scolding him each time she found him dripping wet on his return to the castle.
Brienne is exactly like the ocean, he decides. Like to sweep him away. But he knows he wants this.
“Forgive me,” he speaks eventually, suddenly unable to look upon her with the ease at which he once had. “I have offended you, my lady. But I swear to you…I have no ill intent. I swear it by the Seven.”
SHE IS COLORED IN SHADES OF CRIMSON THAT ONE ---- almost a mocking statement of the proud lannister red the lions liked to prance around in . it is ridiculous at how little he made her feel . how her eyes were wide and scandalized , her heart set in a erratic beat like a rabbit mid - hunt . the room itself , even , seemed to bind and trap her growing smaller each time she took a step back till the corner of a drawer bumps her heel and she was forced to stand her ground .
sweet --yes , the little kiss was sweet that much brienne would admit but it is the taste that follows after sends her in disarray . the bitter memory of highgarden ; ser hyle and mullendore and their cruel little game ; the bloody mummers , vargo hoat with and that old maester qyburn--inspecting her like she’s cattle ready for slaughter ; and him too jaime---confusing as he is . a contradictory of a man . he is cruel one shade then sincere the next , mocking with a piercing smile then protecting--in his own way--with gentler words than she could ever imagine .
and perhaps what hurts the most is in the time that she had been with him , in the times that she had seem him in his lowest ; when he was nothing but that shambling man with rot wrung around his neck willing for the stars to claim him , brienne had grown to care for him . and now , it seemed , that care had grown and prospered . and now she cared enough --or mayhaps , too much --- for this to upset her . and now she cared for the afterwards , cared enough for his own affair to know that this little sentiment cannot be repeated --his heart was to another -- and she cared enough to know it’ll despair in her days as she already misses the way his lips pressed , stroked , and tasted on her own .
like wine turning sour on the broad of her tongue but never in her life had she been more sober .
“ don’t tell me what to feel . “ snapped brienne . her head was hung low as her eyes felt too shy to seek for his , like he could blind her with how green his were . she swallowed , and counted four to six second , stealing away a moment of peace before she willed herself to look at him again . was this the calm that came before the storm ? “ what were your -- what did you intend then ? was it to make sure i would keep my word ? because i would , ser , even if it isn’t for you -- and even if i do not take that sword of yours , i would still keep the vow , and i would still find the girl . “
“ i don’t need you to --i am not some -- i am not a lady for you to give your kisses to , most especially when you--when you already have another . “ she reddened by the end , and most absurdly , felt her eyes started to sting . she had felt humiliation in her past but it was never like this .
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