+ lindalieth
The night was young, the soft light provided by the moon comforting in some strange way. The stars were alight, numerous beyond count- a stunning and ever-lovely testament to how truly little they knew of their world.
Jaime Lannister stood alone, free of armor and of sword and dagger, a lone figure in one of the many courtyards of the Red Keep. In taking solace, he often found himself in such a place- free and distant from that which so oft plagued his mind of late. Cersei.. she would not have found him there, would not have expected her brother to take to such grounds. Yet perhaps, just perhaps- that in the end was why he had chosen it.
Much had changed between the twins, since the return of which once had so seemed a wonderful thing to him. A dream, a hope- for it had been for none but Cersei that he had lived, even as death had crept into his bones, it's cold hand wrapping about his heart-
I lived, yet it seems that was not enough.
No longer was he the perfect knight of which she had so loved, so desired. Lines upon his face were more plain to the eye, and he carried scars of which held unknown origins. And most of all lay that which easily found itself beheld by all- for there was no hiding the lack of a hand that had made him a knight.
"-- If you desire solitude my lady, I shall take my leave." He had not been blind to the presence of another which had made itself known as his thoughts had taken root and warped within his mind- yet as he turned to face her, he feigned a smile. So often was such his mask of late, no matter how his walls were crumbled.