#mxnofhonour

[pyrinas]

"Here," she said, urging the man to glance at the screen she held, shoulders touching. On it was a calendar, showing the upcoming month at the top and below the dates. Each was sprinkled with varying colored strips with a time and short blurb for what it represented. "I color-coded it this time..." Her voice trailed off, waiting to see a sign of approval or disapproval flash across his face.

She noticed he would switch events or misread what they were for. Iren could not be at his side all the time to remind him. What she could do was at least attempt to make it easier for him. There had been a few mishaps recently, such as Jaime missing interviews. She had a handful of free hours that day while he was on set working. She decided to dedicate them to trying to find a solution that would help him. She hoped the color coding would help break up the blocks of text for him.

"Red items are the most important," she continued softly, trying to present everything delicately. She did not want him to feel like she was calling him dumb. His mind just worked differently than hers and she was trying to accommodate it. That was her job after all. "Yellow is semi-important, like dates and appointments. Blue is non-urgent." She paused. "Would this help you next month?"

PLOTTED STARTER WITH @mxnofhonour

[bestofthem]

[𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑]: Renly comes back with powers. Grisha inspired verse. | plotted & combined with jaime/renly verse [𝐅𝐎𝐑]: Jaime @mxnofhonour​

The years that had passed since he had his throat slit, only made him stronger. The two people that had come to him after he hid in Storm’s End helped him train. And unlike his previous training, this felt good, it was almost as if this was always what he meant to do. Now, he knows what he is capable of, he has full control of the powers that first were new, foreign. 

One of the benefits of this power is that he does not seem to age. Or at least, he ages slower than other people, he is not sure. Still, perhaps one could tell that he is older by his expressions, the way he holds himself. Older, or just different. It is tempting, to go up North and confront his brother there now that he is ready, now that Stannis least expects it, but first...there is someone else from that past life he wants to see. Even though he is not certain he wishes to face someone that had killed their own blood, for whatever reason. Cersei was an awful woman that had it coming and yet...Renly is certain the same Stannis would say about him. How unreliable they all are in their own stories.

Still, dressed in black, with a matching cape, he goes to Casterly Rock. His clothes may be black, but they are nothing like these men in the Wall would wear. The pattern is different, it is his own. He still has a sense of fashion, after all. He is still himself. Only an improvement, one could say. He waits for the guards to grand him entrance, introducing himself as Syn. A shortened name of what he has chosen to give from the very few people that know his existence  — it comes from the High Valyrian word for darkness, Sȳndror. Not many know of him. There are tales, yes, but there has never been a connection to him.  ❝Your Grace.❞ Renly greets him as he comes in, giving him a small grin. Jaime Lannister. A King. Who would have thought?  ❝It has been a while.❞

[dhampiravidi]

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The Stark girl laughs. “I don’t expect an easy fight, Ser Jaime. But I would request you indulge me, having been friends with my late uncle, Arthur.” Her violet eyes, inherited from her mother, practically glowed amidst the snow and ice as she walked up to him and curtsied. “I am Naela, daughter to Ned and Ashara. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance--and even more a pleasure to entertain one such as yourself,” she said with a wink.

@mxnofhonour

[ladyxredxwolf-a]

@mxnofhonour continued from x

Sansa looked at the text message from her boss and got distracted and ended up on facebook. She hated that there couldn’t be pictures of her and Jaime as a couple on there because of their job. Sighing gently, she closed it and went to open her texts and accidentally sent it to Jaime, before she realised what she was doing. Letting out a groan, she sighed as she read the texts. 

[Text handsome:] It isn’t what it looks like Jaime.

[Text handsome:] Our boss text me, apparently there are rumours going around. 

[Text handsome:] I’m sorry... I’m really starting to think I should look for a new job. 

[Text handsome:] I’ve had enough, I want to be able to show you off.

[musenssang]

plotted 

Jaime Lannister [ @mxnofhonour​ ]

             The little princess was at her side, arianne has a hand resting on Myrcella’s small shoulders, a thumb, circling the silk fabric in an attempt to sooth. Truthfully it is her own nerves she tries to sooth, not the girl, who was so very bold and so very brave.  Willing to lie for the sake of Dorne, or at least she had promissed Arianne as much. 

              They had been informed, the kingslayer has come down form the capitol to accompany Balon in his quest to surrender the skull of the mountain to them, and likely to reclaim their golden guest. Seeing Arys’ sworn brothers, in their white cloaks, gave the Dornish woman a queer feeling, as if she was going to be ill. he’d never be able to look them in the eyes after having broken his vows. and so not for the first time, she wonders if he threw away his life to free himself of the shame. 

              its a difficult thing to smile, to not let show how she feels.  “My lords.” she greets them with a nod of her head, where most of the court bows before them. “All of Dorne welcomes you.” This was her specialty, HOSTING.   

[serbrienneoftarth]

Sapphire Isle

@mxnofhonour

“It’s my father.” Brienne held the letter in her hands, worse for wear than when she had been handed it. She hadn’t sent nor received a raven to and from her home in some time. Only to say that she still lived, once from there in King’s Landing, years ago, and once shortly after the first time she took residence in Winterfell with Lady Sansa. She had heard the rumours about the troubles that had befallen her home, but there was little that she could have done at the time. Now she was obligated to do something. “The maester’s raven came this morning, he isn’t well. I’ve already spoken to Lady Sansa and she understands.” Guilt flooded her, but there were no more wars, only the devastation left to sweep up. “I need to go home to Evenfall.”

[tyrion-lanni-star-archived]

@mxnofhonour

Sleep was a luxury that Tyrion couldn’t afford. Ever since his father appointed him as the new Master of Coin, he’d been overworked. He’d hardly had any free time at all.

Then again, he was used to it.

Tonight was the one night in weeks that he had nothing else to do, so he was doing one of his favorite things - drinking wine. He sat at the table, sipping from the cup and wishing for some company. And, gods be good, Jaime entered the room.

“My dear brother,” Tyrion said, slightly drunkenly. “Join me for a glass of wine.” He gestured towards the chair, a wide grin on his face.

[oathkeeperwench]

♞ : Caring for each other while ill (in which Jaime is sick and being dramatic from mxnofhonour)

@mxnofhonour

Brienne was in the kitchen making some hot tea for her boyfriend when she heard his hoarse voice calling for her. She sighed and reached for the mug before heading into their bedroom to check on him. 

“Here you go love. How are you feeling?” She asked gently, her hand brushing against his forehead to check his temperature.