#childlesslioness

[leolaceria]

childlesslioness replied to your post “.”

you can't even spell my name right? my own twin brother?? SHAME.

bite me

[leolaceria]

“Well, maybe I don’t need you anymore!”

He hadn’t even had time to duck. His sister’s scream had rang loud in his ears, a high shrill note that ended with the cacophony of cup against stone. Wine ran red down the stone wall, mingling with the shards at his feet like little rivulets of blood. 

Sweet Sister...

Jaime blanched at her words, fingers trailing upwards to dab gingerly against his grazed cheek; paying little mind to the pink tinge they came away with. Her name was a roar in his throat, a desperate plea for her to stop.. to be the woman she had always been in his eyes, but his anger swallowed it up.

Fingers curled into a fist at his side, nails leaving crescent shaped marks into his palm. He would be damned before he forgave her, before he begged her to let him back at her side once more. Two strides and he had closed the distance between them, green eyes glazed with fury and muscles along his neck and jaw tensing with every breath.

“ Fuck you.”

The insult is more of a hiss, voice laced with the edge of frustration borne of anger as Jaime did his best to keep from slapping Cersei’s simpering grin off of her cold and calculating face. Fingers catch her wrist, holding her tightly as she rages against him; teeth nipping lightly at the shell of one ear.

“And fuck the Gods for making me love such a hateful woman.”

[leolaceria]

“What is locked behind the doors of the heart is no one’s business but one’s own.”

He should have been used to such an answer.. should have been accustomed to the way his sister so arduously protected her whims, her secrets. And yet ...

Jaime crossed the chamber, long strides opening the distance between them as jaw clenched with tension .. though whether it was in disappointment or simply anger, the Lannister could not say. 

“ And what of my business, sweet sister?”

He kept his gaze on his task at hand, fingers reaching to pour himself a glass of wine as he steeled his face against any emotion. It was better to not let Cersei know the way her words affected him ... it was better to not let her see.

“Tell me, has it ever occurred to you just how much of yourself you have made my business? Or is your memory really that short?”

Frustration was brewing, rising like fire in the back of the Lannister’s throat. His sister, his sweet sister ... how had the Gods managed to make him love such a woman? Such a hateful, spiteful woman... 

“ You wound me, Cersei. And I can’t help but think you’re doing it out of spite.”