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Post by cersei lannister baratheon on Aug 19, 2014 1:49:07 GMT
That chair really did look uncomfortable. Cersei stared at the throne made of swords. Who in their right mind would want to sit upon that? If it was up to Cersei, it would be replaced. Granted, the thing looked impressive, but she bet it felt like sitting on a stack of needles. How the boys stopped from getting their bits bitten, she didn't even want to know. Then again, when it was Robert, he'd had enough fat to cushion himself. Maybe that was why he'd gotten so fat in the first place. He hadn't always been a terribly unattractive man. Cersei remembered even being a little excited when she was told she'd get to marry him. He was no Rheagar, but he was King. And her kids would be royalty. Her son, and she would have a son, would be King after Robert.
Having her son be king was a very thing now. If Cersei was being honest with herself she was both pleased and terrified. She was cruel but her son was worse. She wasn't sure what had gone wrong with Joffrey. She refused to believe it was because he was actually Jaime's child. Myrcella and Tommen had turned out just fine. A little quiet maybe, but at least they weren't insane. Joffrey was a whole other thing completely. He was nothing like his father, the biological one or the one everyone thought was his father. Still, her son... king. The only thing she wanted more was to remain queen.
She didn't even realize she had been moving toward the chair. It was a good thing she was alone in the room – people might have started to talk if she just randomly started walking around, not even knowing where she was going. She put her hand on the arm of the chair and let her fingers run across it. It was just as uncomfortable as she had imagined.
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Post by tyrion lannister on Aug 19, 2014 5:58:00 GMT
why are all the gods violent cunts? where is the god of tits and wine? It was chance that Tyrion passed the throne room at the moment that he did. Certainly, Cersei was one of the last people who he wished to see. None the less, he stopped, watching through the open door as the woman approached the throne as if in a trance. Perhaps it was boredom or curiosity, more likely it was the rare opportunity to catch his sister having an exploitable moment that led Tyrion further into the room, because normally he would make every effort to avoid speaking to the woman. He straightened the Hand of the King pin that he wore on his chest, the symbol perhaps the only reminder his sister had that he was in fact not expendable. That he had been chosen, by their father to control Joffery because she was incapable. (He wasn't going to say he hated mentioning it either.) ”It is rather impractical, isn’t it?” he mused, walking up to her, ”A throne made of swords. I'd much rather sit upon one made of pillows.” It seemed much more comfortable, but maybe that was just him. He always had prefered the simple things in life. ”Careful..” he smirked slightly, ”you wouldn’t want anyone else to see you lusting over the throne like a soldier in a whorehouse.” People talked. Often straight out of their asses. Tyrion was only looking out for Cercei’s best interests. After all, rumors were far too easy to have started in Kings Landing.
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Post by cersei lannister baratheon on Aug 19, 2014 7:44:29 GMT
Lost in her thoughts was really not the best place to be for Cersei Lannister right now. Not here, in this room, where anyone could just walk in and see her. It wasn't as though she was sitting in the chair. This throne was for her son. Maybe that was what she was really upset about. Her son could have the throne because he was a man. She was Queen and was all but forced to pass the torch to Joffrey. That wasn't to say she wasn't powerful. She was still very influential and while Joffrey was growing up she was still, acting Queen. But Queen Regent just didn't have as nice a sound as Queen. It did, however, give her more of that wonderful power she loved. If Robert hadn't died, she would have very little say in what went on. But since she was reigning until her son was old enough, she could do what she wanted... within reason, of course. The last thing she needed was the people suspecting her of anything. She knew how to use her power, and when to use it. It must have run in the Lannister family. They were all cunning. Cersei liked to think she was the most manipulative of them all. It was probably true.
She was brought out of her thoughts by the most annoying sound she could ever think of. That was Tyrion's talent – ending up where no one wanted him. Much like the day of his birth. The damn monster that killed her mother. And she hadn't even died quickly. He'd made her suffer, whether he had wanted to or not. He was an imp, and therefore inherently evil. Funny words in Cersei's mind, all things considered. She wondered if she had had the chance to know her mother a little more, would she have turned out differently? More loving and accepting? That would have made for a weak woman, Cersei thought. And she was not a weak woman.
Cersei plastered a smile on her face – the one that says I'm thinking of all the ways I could rid you from my life, but a smile nonetheless. Despite the fact that she'd been thinking the throne looked uncomfortable, she just tilted her head slightly to the side, and placed both hands on the back of the chair, her fingers fitting delicately around the sword edges. “Well of course that's what you would prefer. A stronger man can handle it I think. A real one.”
The Queenregent dropped her hands at his next words and walked to the wall the held the table of wine. She'd picked up drinking – this was one of the few things she had in common with her ugly little brother. “Well you'd know all about whorehouses. And whores. You did marry one once upon a time, if I recall correctly.” If he thought he was going to knock her down, he was wrong. Tyrion was a Lannister in name only. He was his father's son, but only begrudgingly on Tywin's behalf. And Cersei was every bit a Lannister. She could play the game all day.
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Post by tyrion lannister on Aug 19, 2014 8:46:10 GMT
why are all the gods violent cunts? where is the god of tits and wine? Tyrion was more than familiar with the smile Cersei flashed in his direction and very aware of what was meant by it. Cersei had been on a mission to forever rid him from her life for as long as he could remember.. but yet, there he was, very much present and in good health. Just knowing that his presence caused his sister such unhappiness brought a smile to his face – a real, genuine one. They were really a very dysfunctional family.
”Well of course that’s what you would prefer. A stronger man can handle it I think. A real one.” It was almost impressive.. Tyrion was certain he'd never once heard a pleasant word come out of Cersei's mouth. ”A stronger man can also survive three days in the desert with no food or water.. but I can’t imagine he’d much enjoy himself.” That was the problem with people valuing strength over intelligence. Tyrion would gladly watch the strong men starve and stab themselves from his nice, comfortable chair. It wasn't a matter of being able to do sit on the chair, it was a matter of being smart enough to know he didn't want to.
"Well you'd know all about whorehouses. And whores.." Tyrion had expected the comment. He'd given her the opportunity. The two of them had more in common than they cared to admit, particularly when it came to verbal sparring. ”Now, my dear sister, I really don't think you want to get into a conversation about who’s slept with the more questionable partners. After all, Jaime—“ What more did he need to say? Of course Tyrion knew what his siblings had been doing.. who Joffrey’s father was. You’d have to be a blind fool to have missed it. He poured himself a glass of wine, holding it up in a very mocking gesture of cheers.
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Post by cersei lannister baratheon on Aug 19, 2014 21:51:45 GMT
Cersei would never understand what Jaime saw in Tyrion that he liked. The imp was basically a bastard, even their father would have disowned him if he had the ability. But Tyrion was their mother's son, no matter how much the family, at least most if them, would have wishes it otherwise. In fact, she believed that her father had only sent him here so he would stop sleeping with whores. She was waiting as patiently as she was capable for Tyrion to slip up. Then she would ha e her fun.
"The throne isn't about enjoying yourself." This was the speech that Cersei had heard over and over - the reason that the throne was made out of swords. The reason it was made to be uncomfortable. "It's about doing what has to be done, something I doubt you would understand." She gave him a cold smile, one that almost made her look as though she pitied him. Almost. The blonde queen took a drink of hr wine, notably not responding to his semi-salute.
Her face had hardened slightly at the comment about Jaime, even though she thought it was an empty threat. To say anything would get Jaime in trouble as well - the only person in the family who did not hate the dwarf. "Our brother will be so sad to hear about your threat." She mocked a frown. If it were up to Cersei they would have been out with their affair anyway. Targyrians had wed brother to sister for ages. She had to remind herself that that wasn't how everyone else did it. "You wouldn't want to know your nephew off the throne, would you?" She gave I'm the careful what you say smile. Cersei - the woman of many smiles.
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Post by tyrion lannister on Aug 20, 2014 23:37:53 GMT
why are all the gods violent cunts? where is the god of tits and wine? ”The throne isn’t about enjoying yourself.” Tyrion drank his wine, attention seemingly diverted from his sister as she recited a speech which somehow managed to both perfectly exemplify irony and hypocrisy. He supposed the woman had a talent for being blind to her own short comings. Either that or she was a fantastic actress. Tyrion certainly wouldn’t have put it past her. ”Perhaps you should tell your son that.” he commented. The boy certainly seemed to be under the wrong impression. Though Tyrion personally had little faith in any of his family to “do what has to be done” for the sake of the kingdom, “do what has to be done to done for the good of myself and only myself” was a far more realistic expectation.
”Our brother will be so sad to hear about your threat.” He frowned slightly. Cersei knew him to well. It was true… Tyrion wouldn’t say anything that would get Jaime in trouble, even if he would knock the vile little tyrant off his high horse. ”You wouldn’t want to knock your nephew off the throne, would you?” He looked directly at his sister. ”To say I approved of his ruling would be condemning myself to the seven hells.” He would utter no such lie. Tyrion’s hatred for King Joffrey was well known. And shockingly placed him among the majority. Even their father had grown tired of the boy’s incompetence. He wondered if maybe growing up with Jaime would have made a difference in his life, however at this point he doubted even his brother would be capable to reign him in.
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Post by cersei lannister baratheon on Aug 24, 2014 0:02:59 GMT
you want her
The blonde queen really did hate her little imp brother. How could anyone see anything worthwhile in Tyrion Lannister was beyond the woman. He wasn't attractive; he wasn't friendly; Cersei highly doubted that their father would let him inherit Casterly Rock... Tyrion Lannister wasn't anything. He wasn't even fit to be the Hand of the King, but Cersei figured once their father got back he'd find a more suitable man for the job. And the way he talked about her and his nephew... Cersei knew Joffrey had his bad traits (though she wouldn't admit it outloud to anyone but perhaps his father) but she was quite sure that Tyrion would not have been able to do any better. “Joffrey is still a boy. And you're supposed to be the one guiding him. You are acting as the Hand are you not?” Maybe if Tyrion screwed up enough their father would remove him. Her son definitely did not want this particular uncle as his Hand.
“You really should think about your place,” she said in response to his disapproving of her son on the throne. “If you think that little of him, there's no telling what he might do.” That had been proven several times over. People who opposed Joffrey ended up dead or imprisosoned... if they were lucky. Cersei didn't approve of everything Joffrey did, but he was king. She did what she could to make sure things smoothed over as well as possible, and also worked out in their favor, but realing Joffrey in was like making a sword play nice with skin – it just didn't work out very well.
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Post by tyrion lannister on Aug 28, 2014 9:00:46 GMT
those are brave men knocking at our door, let's go kill them
Well, fortunately, the hatred between the two Lannister siblings was entirely mutual. Tyrion couldn't remember a moment in life in which he had even the slightest affection for his sister. However he could remember many that made him despise her more than he did now. How Jaime could put up with the woman as long as he had baffled Tyrion to his day. ”Joffrey is still a boy. And you’re supposed to be the one guiding him. You are acting as the Hand are you not?” ”Yes, I am. And since my arrival you may have noticed we haven’t lost any of our hostages or broken out in war with one of our many new enemies.” You know, all the things that had happened when Cersei was trying to control her little monster. They certainly had a ways left to go, but Tyrion had no doubt that left to his own devices, Joffrey would only have made his situation worse. ”Fairly impressive for a few weeks. After all, you’ve had what.. fourteen years to guide the boy? Or did you have someone else in mind to blame for that?” If she did he'd love to hear it. Tyrion couldn't blame all of Joffrey's madness on his sister's parenting skills but they certainly contributed. The boy had all of his mother's ruthlessness, with none of her intelligence. He poured himself another glass of wine. ”If you think that little of him, there’s no telling what he might do.” ”Oh yes, I forgot, you’ve taught your children that it's appropriate to behead everyone who they don’t get along with. A wonderful influence as always.” Sarcasm practically dripped from his tone.
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