--- “SAPPHIRES,” jaime drawled with exaggerated emphasis, as he poured another round of RED WINE into his glass. the scene was set for after work, still in the context of the station, even though jaime knew perfectly well that he was not meant to consume alcohol on the premises. “you have to admit it, BRI. that... that was CLEVER.” jaime could go in one of two possible directions when he grew inebriated. his voice either assumed the softest of whispers, or he was so loud that brienne would put her hand across his mouth in order to shut him up. TO WHICH, he would mutter something that was sometimes crude, but always sexual, in its nature. that’s how i like it, TARTH, his own voice echoed in the chambers of his mind, and coaxed a smile to his face in the current span of time. CLAMP HARDER. “mining sapphires on tarth...” jaime continued, making a disbelieving sound with his mouth that was a bit shrill, given his drunken state. when he was intoxicated, he also tended to reflect back on events of his life that he usually avoided whilst SOBER. jaime could have continued to spew his nonsense, but something more sincere seized him then, and the feeling swallowed his chest whole. when he looked up at his lady again, there was LOVE set ablaze in his bright green eyes. the look was comparable to the one that had existed when he first visited her bedchamber in winterfell. “gods, you are BEAUTIFUL. you must know that, do you not?” jaime stared at her like she was the only person in the universe who EXISTED to him, and in many ways, SHE WAS. “beautiful and fierce. honorable and strong.” the sappiness would only continue to grow for him, so long as he kept drinking. and even if he stopped, he would let the sentiments flow plentiful--- FOR HER. “the seven could not fathom how deeply I LOVE YOU, ser.”