LOVE / POISON

indie private and semi-selective cersei lannister of a song of ice and fire. 21+ previously affiliated with radishflower

[oraicsosta]

[westernlight]

oraiososta​:

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ —  JAIME MIGHT HAVE FELT A BITTER STING once to her words, to hear her hatred so fuming against him  -  even now, the ghost of a dull ache exists somewhere inside of him, haunting his very bones.  but looking upon her now, emerald eyes tear and her expression twisted by scorn and contempt, he finds the oddest sensation  …  familiarity.  for once, it is as if he is seeing himself in cersei  -  a direct reflection, one he thinks he has seen before, but has often ignored.  he sees the anger that has festered inside of him.  kingslayer.  burn them all.  those words resound in his ears, the faces of those who have regarded him with hatred and clear judgment  -  the self-righteous eyes of lord stark  -  have always lingered with him.  he has not always been hateful.  but cersei  …  his eyes shift, watching as the reflection seems to shimmer and fade, until he no longer sees the ghostly reflection of himself, but finally that of his sister.  he sees her as she is.

       he does not doubt her words.  in this moment, perhaps for a while, she has hated him  -  and he has lived in the humble and simple delusion of her love.  he has played the fool, played her games.  he swore his cloak to her, only to realize it was a slight by aerys against his father  …  and cersei, meant to marry rhaegar, was taken away from him.  jaime wonders what might have been had he not partaken in her plan  …  perhaps things would have turned out differently.  perhaps the realm would never have bled.  no.  the realm would have burned under aerys  …  one way or another.  “ perhaps you hate me as you do, sweet sister  -  only because you see yourself in me, as i see myself in you, ”  jaime says, in a low voice.  “ you have never be happy, sister  …  not with me, not with anyone  … ”

cersei had seen herself in her brother once; they had been two halves of a whole, and now he was merely half himself.  no longer her golden hero, no longer the one person she could ever rely on -- no, that person is only herself.  his is a stranger’s face, with a stranger’s body.  even as her own cries out to want to bury herself against him, to use what she might to rally him to fight for her once more.  how can he fight for her without his hand ??

the tears spill down her cheeks.  were she a man, she would not be plagued by the burdens of her womanhood.  unsex me here.  “they have stripped me of everything.  joffery killed by tyrion.  myrcella a prize to dorne.  they scheme to place that whore margaery tyrell in my place and so i am what ??  so i am nothing ??  so all that i have endured beneath robert and father, it has been for nothing, jaime ??  i am meant to be happy for it ?? i will not allow it.”  her eyes fall to the stump where his hand had once been, head shaking.  “you would not have allowed this to happen to me once either.  i see myself in you no longer.  they have taken you from me too.”

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random (chaotic) dialogue starters.

* is that all you have to say?

* tell me you love me or something, don’t just stand there!

* are you out of your fucking mind?

* it’s truly a wonder that you’re still alive.

* that’s not my name.

* that’s not my name and you know it.

* how many fingers am i holding up?

* i swear, it’s my dog’s fault.

* are you really going in there?

* that’s how people get killed in horror movies, you know?

* if you die on me after everything i’ve done for you… i’ll never forgive you.

* how could i ever forgive you?

* sometimes, everything shifts in the snap of a finger.

* stop yelling at me or i’ll tell them!

* would it kill you to hold my hand every now and then?

* just squeeze my ass and tell me everything will be okay.

* you’re all i need right now.

* you’re finally here, so i can fucking sleep.

* i told you to turn your music down!

* you’re not my parent!

* i didn’t steal your boyfriend, he came with me willingly.

* it’s taking everything in me not to slap you in the face right now.

* you know, people can hear you.

* do you ever think before you speak? you should try it.

* i’ll change your life, if you let me.

* will you go buy me tampons or not?

* please, close the door on your way out.

* keep your hands to yourself.

* what do you think they were thinking about? you know, when they died?

* do you think they know?

* it’s not my fault, it’s 4am and you’re fucking yelling at me!

* you’re a shit friend.

* you’re my best friend.

* you’re my only friend.

* i hope hell is nice and warm when we get there.

* tell me the truth, at least once.

* did you really cheat?

* i don’t wanna know the details.

* can i have some?

* i would kill for a nice glass of wine right now.

* you brought a knife to a gun fight, baby.

* you’re so stupid it kinda turns me on.

* i want you to meet my parents.

[astormofsilk]

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@westernlight

The war was finally over.

Alerie had been heavily pregnant with her littlest one during the rough of it all, and her husband off fighting. She was left to the graces of her good mother Olenna and was thankful for the small break from her husband humming in pleasure at the idea of another son. Instead she gave birth to the prettiest little rose in the gardens and she was sure her husband would be a bear with a thorn in its paw at the fact he didn’t have four sons to boast about. She was simply happy for another healthy child.

She rejoined her husband at King’s Landing where there was a massive celebration of the coronation of the new king. Alerie brought all of her children with her, with baby Margaery strapped to her chest while the boys all disappeared from her view to chase after each other and find new friends to make. Mace was spending more time talking with other lords, no doubt trying to gain favors and muddle what he had done during the war. He had told his mother who had told her and she planned to make her husband regret his actions once they were back home.

Making her way through the crowds Alerie spotted the woman of the hour. Along with the coronation there had been a wedding and she wanted to speak to the new bride and queen. “Your grace.” She called politely, coming over to Cersei’s side. “A pleasure your grace, Alerie Tyrell.” Alerie bowed as well as she could with a babe strapped to her. Thankfully the girl was the sweetest babe and was deeply asleep even as her mother had been moving around and talked to multiple people.

“I hope you don’t mind me being to forward for coming over to speak to you. I wanted to congratulate you on your new marriage and title.” It wasn’t every day that you married and became queen in one ceremony. “And to offer any advice as a mother and wife you wish to ask for. I am aware of…well you’re late mother passed to soon to pass on some later lessons..”

[westernlight]

queendom suits cersei like nothing else.  she had been born to sit with a crown atop her golden mane, to be adored and envied, although her husband is not the man she had always hoped but rather the man who defeated rhaegar targaryen instead -- robert baratheon is handsome and strong, a warrior, and, most importantly, he is king.

though she and her new husband have not spoken very much with all that had happened thus far, cersei is willing to be open to the marriage.  she wants to be happy, wants to be loved -- nearly as much as she had wanted to be queen.  the seven kingdoms are hers, by marriage at least, though she cannot help but think if she were a man, the iron throne would be hers in far more of a right.

she sips from her goblet and looks up as lady tyrell addresses her.  cersei smiles -- beautiful, resplendent; the smile of a queen newly wed, with no notion of the fact that all her dreams are to be spoiled the moment her husband takes her to bed for the first moment, moaning the name of a dead girl -- and nods her head to the other woman.  “not at all, lady alerie,” cersei promises, no stranger to politics and the role of her sex within that realm.  “please, sit.”

cersei gestures to the space beside her, and, though her chin dips slightly at the mention of her own lack of mother there, she regains herself easily.  would her lady mother be proud of where cersei now found herself ??  would she look at her with the warmth her lord father lacked ??  a weakness, cersei surmises; she does not linger on what is lost, only in what has been recently gained.

her eyes glance to the babe in its mother’s hold.  one day she shall have children of her own, and she shall love them more fiercely than any mother ever had.

“you are too kind,” cersei says, tone still charming.  “and know much on the matters, i am sure.  this is your fourth child now, am i correct ??  your husband must be so happy.”

[rhaelletargaryen]

character aesthetics ◇ cersei lannister, queen of the seven kingdoms 

 " When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground..“

[vivitcnima]

[westernlight]

vivitanima​:

✹ — DISRESPECT ? ? OBERYN’S GAZE TURNS COLD. JAW TIGHTENING, he dares to lean forward. the lioness has sought to challenge the red viper, so be it. if she means to vex him, she may do so freely and with ambition. but she shall not scathe his children. he had been warned by countless to expect such a vindictive reaction, though he had not concerned himself a great deal over it. needless to say, oberyn is not so innocent that he would assume his westerosi bride would so easily fall into the nature of dorne - if it all. he had expected resistance and vindictive cruelty, so he meets it with unwavering calm; even as his blood boils.

       “ true born, bastards, all the same. they are my seed, of me. daughters of a prince, ” oberyn says. “ by that right, their blood is purer than the daughter of a lord. ” he leans back. “ there is no need for them to call you mother, nor you call them daughters. but i am yours now, and they are mine. it is a compromise you will have to live with, beloved wife. ”

cersei stares at him.  it is bad enough her father somehow agreed her to a second son ( after the fury he had been over her aunt genna ), but to have a second son with bastards he plans to flaunt in her face ??  it is a slap against her unblemished face.

how dare he !!

would that she could stop the carriage.  she would throw open the door and scream for jaime to take her back home, to be with him -- to cut down this man who will so brazenly mock her to her face; her husband.  all cersei had ever wanted was to be loved -- all cersei had ever wanted was to be queen, and this is not even close.

“yes, my love,” she replies tightly, though she smiles so beautifully it does not quite match -- it is not a relenting, it is not agreement, it is a promise that if he so plans to do as he says, she will make his life miserable.  she takes his hand in hers, squeezing his fingers.  “let us not learn to hate each other before we have even learned to know each other.”

[dracharcnae]

[westernlight]

dracharenae​:

✹ — “ PRETTY AND YOUNG, BUT NOT TARGARYEN. I think they’d be worried about me setting their castles on fire or poisoning their goblets, ” rhaenys replies easily. fire stems from the dragon, of course, but the venom is of her mother’s side, the viper. and she remembers her uncle oberyn once telling her about herbs when she was a little girl, though the details are too vague to properly recollect. “ besides, who else will take care of you when you grow old, your grace ? ? ? it’s better i stay by your side, forever … ”

“they would have no choice,” she promises, the falseness of her smile as simple as breathing; she has been queen in king’s landing long enough to know to mask her irritation -- and the constant reminder that rhaegar was not hers as he should have been is certainly irritating.  “your worries are so kind, little dove.  i know you are loathe to part with me, but the king will place you in proper hands.”

[vivitcnima]

[westernlight]

vivitanima​ / @oraiososta​:

✹ — JAIME’S KNUCKLE CLENCHES. HE REMEMBERS THE SHOCK that followed after locke had swung his arm, after he had seen blood pool and his hand just lay there. he remembers being in the water with brienne of tarth and sharing his story, of her calling him kingslayer. jaime. his name was jaime. his name is jaime. it has always been jaime, and he has always dreamed of being a knight. but what is he now ? ? ? his eyes track cersei as she moves. she has always aspired to be queen. what is she now ? ? ?

       “ you’re a hateful woman, ” jaime says suddenly, yet so softly. he pushes himself to his feet. “ the gods have seen fit that i should love a hateful woman. and i have always loved you, cersei. ” he reflects on her hopes to marry rhaegar and how she would be a knight by his side, to be together, and how poorly this had ended. she had gained robert instead, yet she still wore a crown. but could jaime have compared to rhaegar if it was him cersei had had ? ? ? these questions plague him like ghosts. 

“i am a hateful woman,” she volleys venomously in response, all bit spitting the words.  let him say what they all think.  it had been them against all once.  her emerald gaze is harsh upon him now.  all cersei wants is for her brother back, for her love, and yet he who stands before her is a diminshed version of the golden hero of her dreams.  she blames him, over and over -- for not being there, for always being too kind to tyrion: look at what he had done to them; look at what he had done to their boy.

she wants to slap him, to rip out what remains of shortened hair; to defile further the pieces of herself which she must claw to find in the reflection of him.  “and i hate you,” she seethes, her eyes brimming, overflowing down her cheeks, though she cannot tell of her tears are out of anger or anguish or both.  she does not mean the words, however she tries to convince herself; however much she wishes she could.  never, in all her time spent with jaime, had she ever felt so alone.

[oraicsosta]

[oraiososta]

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[westernlight]

the compliment does so cause cersei to laugh, something that is haughty and delicious and dissolves into a moan as lyanna’s fingers move inside her.  her own hands curl within the northern lady’s hair, tugging, the fingers of hers that are slick with lyanna’s wetness take advantage of it -- giving her own fingers less resistance as she moves them inside her.

“yes,” she breathes, head tilted slightly at the trail of lyanna’s kisses along her skin.  cersei is aware that she is quite a woman -- she, who had been bred to be queen.  she who is a lioness with claws and sharp teeth, cunning and wit, who finds herself tangled with a daughter of the north.  if men were not such fools, perhaps this would not be possible, but no one suspects anything short of proper of two highbred ladies.

her head tilts so that she might claim lyanna’s mouth -- a clash of teeth and tongue; nothing about her actions are ladylike.  there are no roles that need be played here in the confines of their privacy.

[westernlight]

aspiretcbewcked​:

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“i have a great deal of affection for you.” rhaegar thought she was beautiful, he was a man who could have any woman he wanted in westeros and he wanted her. maybe it was the father that his father seemed to hate the idea or maybe it was because it was something that his mother wanted. it mattered not. what did matter was that he wanted her. 

“THEN I WOULD BE YOURS,” she tells him, eyes falling briefly from his lips to those lilac eyes.  “properly.  if you so proposed it.  i am a highborn lady, your grace, not some washer woman found in cupboards with princes, however handsome and affectionate --” she does so emphasize the word, “--  they may be.”

[isiyamor]

[vivitcnima]

[westernlight]

vivitanima​:

❇ — NED SOMETIMES WISHES FOR BRANDON’S CONFIDENCE, FOR, lookin upon the bold cersei lannister whose green eyes are unabashed and sure, he feels near intimidated by her. it would please him to kiss her again, but that is the trifle, isn’t it ? ? ? he cannot be pleased by kissing a woman who could never be his. he is not brandon. he cannot lay about so idly and uncaringly, so he ponders the genuine sense of how he might see her again. but it is all completely unrealistic, even as she indulges him.

       his cheeks flush red. “ it is not overthinking, my lady. i value your honor, ” he says, and almost chuckles when she addresses the rest as lambs. she is a lioness and he is a direwolf, but none of that matters when so much is staked against them. still, he cannot deny the pleasure that would become him were he to receive a letter from her, the parchment still bearing her perfume. he exhales, thinking quietly before nodding. “ if you would like to write me, i would like to write you. perhaps someday you will see winterfell and the godswood. i’d be pleased to show you. ”

HIS HONOR CONFUSES HER, she both finds herself annoyed with him, but intrigued.  cersei finds that she does not like him any less; that is his truly an honest sort of man. perhaps she likes him more for it.  perhaps it is better that they limit their affections to letters and so on, rather than stealing sweetness from his lips half-hidden behind some tree.  her reputation, in order to be queen one day, must be free of muddy gossip.

“HOW DO YOU THINK I WOULD FAIR in a place so cold?” she asks him, humor touching the emeralds of her eyes as she looks up at him; she wants his honest opinion.  would ned stark keep her warm in the godswood of winterfell?  would he cloak her in furs and make her fires, but keep his kisses greedily to himself?  “would you ensure that i enjoyed winterfell, ned stark, if ever i could visit?”

[rhaelluna]

❛ TO SAY HONESTLY , yes … but with time . ❜ The Queen Mother was kneeling by the bedside , a finger locked into the babe’s grasp , earning him a gentle laugh . ❛ You are a new mother , these feelings are bound to follow for a long time . Even if you trust me , there will be nothing to ease your mind - that I know . With more children , it is easier than the last but … that will not be for a while . ❜ To be along side the woman as her grandson was brought into the world was nothing short of the greatest honour to the woman . She knew how Cersei was feeling - all too well ; but the the Targaryen - from the moment of the lioness’ announcement , prayed that the baby would be healthy and to grow strong and to live a life with great achievements . Rhaella will continue to pray to any Gods that will listen for the life of this newborn . ❛ He is very handsome , Cersei . ❜

[westernlight]

TIME.  cersei has time.  she has all the time in the world to look upon her new babe, the future king of westeros; she has the rest of her life to do so.  no, cersei is not so concerned in being consumed by motherhood.  she has never loved anything so much as she loves her son, and she will do anything she must to ensure his happiness.  more children will come, yes, but he is what matters now.  “isn’t he?” she smiles as she brushes her knuckle against the baby’s soft cheek.  “one day he shall be strong, too.  and brilliant.  loved and feared and respected.  everything shall be his.”

[westernlight]

physical contact starters ( accepting !! ) II “Is that the best you’ve got?” OBERWIN II @vivitanima​

NO ONE CAN GET BENEATH CERSEI’S SKIN QUITE LIKE HER HUSBAND.  even when she is upon his lap, her hands clasped around his throat, he can still find ways to be so INFURIATING.  the silk of her gown is long discarded, and yet the feel of him inside her does very little to relax her mood.  her hand moves to clasp clumsily over his mouth, shifting with each rock of her hips, and her head leans back.  “this works better when you’re quiet.”

[westernlight]

physical contact starters ( accepting !! ) II “I love how soft your lips are.” RHAEGUR II @vivitanima​

CERSEI HAD BEEN BORN TO BE QUEEN, that much is emphasized in the way that rhaegar looks at her.  her fingertips brush his cheeks, push his silvery hair from his lovely face so that she might behold him better.  she smiles -- is this not EVERYTHING she had wanted ??  “show me, my love, how much you love them.”

[westernlight]

physical contact starters ( accepting !! ) II “Can I use your lap as a pillow?” LYANNAAAA II @vivitanima​

"IF YOU MUST, LADY LYANNA,” she says, making room for the she-wolf’s head upon her lap as she tosses aside what boring bit of needlework she was meant to busy herself with.  her fingers comb through lyanna’s tussled hair ( cersei’s own doing from mere moments before ) once her head is set upon cersei’s lap, and she begins to separate pieces so that she might begin a braid.  “let no one question our friendship once i’ve finished with you.”

[westernlight]

physical contact starters ( accepting !! ) II  “Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.” NEDWARD II @vivitanima​

CERSEI DOES SO SMILE AT THE SOUND OF HIS VOICE, as the sleep that still clings to his words as he reaches out to her with them.  cersei looks back at him over her bare shoulder -- ned, with his hair in his face and the peacefulness of rest still altering his expression; the want for her in the grey of his eyes.  the sunlight touches him in a way that is almost romantic, a way that perhaps someone more gifted would write about -- blissful.

“HOW HOPELESS YOU ARE, NED STARK,” she teases and leans into her hands so that she can move nearer to him.  she traces her fingertips over his chest and rests her palm over his heart.

[ladyofvalyria]

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