#cersei!modernverse

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phylacteryandechoes has got to realize that this won't end well.

[ here, Frederick. She'll save you the time from your normal complaint of people bothering you while you're reading your paper, especially as she gathers her coffee, looks up at her guard, and moves to walk away. ]

[thepunishmentofwomanhood-blog]

onlythegoodstaydead better have a map.

She didn't know him nor this place riddled with blackness that obscured the sky. She wondered when it rained if it would come down as ash from those killed. In so many ways, it reminded her of a home she could barely remember, such was the life that she led after her marriage to Robert.She was, as all once Queens were, an ambassador and speaker for her people, and the Lannister family should have gone with the dwarf, but Cersei was prettier, and she spoke well, and if she'd only stick to the speeches - 

But she never would.

"You there," she said, stepping forward on the cracked sidewalk. "Tell me where I am in Gotham," she said, for she had a place to be, if one were to look at the gown underneath the long black coat. A gala. Some charity event for children, which held its irony as Westeros had been branded as a place that tolerated infantcide, though no one from the outside could prove it, and she was saying nothing. 

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gwindle started following you

-It wouldn't be polite to say: of course. Of course you're following me, and of course you want something.

"I've no idea who you are, and it is my job to know who comes here," she said with the Lannister bravado. A timeless feud meant that she was never sure who she could trust. And the age of castles were gone, and winter was infringing after a twenty year summer, and the woman that walked alone at night carried herself with her head high, and a gun hidden in its holster at her side.

Actually, she did. She could trust no one, and even on the slight chance that she could, she wouldn't. 

"Cersei Lannister," she said, carefully leaving her job title out of the equation. Timeless war, advancing social norms, titled women still forced to marry, have children, and be dutiful. In mostly that order. Still, this woman with her dyed hair and regal pose, gun carefully tucked away to be used only when she needed it, with no guard around to aid her, she wondered if she found the crafty serpent in the garden, yet still she felt no fear.

"If you're in want of money, I have none, and if it's a ransom you're looking for, they would pay you to keep me," she said with a smirk, as if proud of her family's reluctance to take her back after she'd done her part.