Deymos_Black



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    "You think you've won now, but when you least expect it, I will set myself free, and kill you, slowly" He said, voice lethal, and Robb's blue eyes lit on fire. He took a step closer, his chest nearly touching Jaime's.

    "When you least expect it, I'll set you free, and you will fall to your knees. Either to pledge loyalty to the North, or to suck my cock" He said with deep grave voice, almost hoarse with lust, and he caught a glimpse of his astonished bannermen and guards. Jaime's eyes shifted from his usual arrogance to genuine interest, a stain of doubt across his face.

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    It had never occurred to Jaime once, in the three solid months he’d spent in the pen, that Robb Stark could make his imprisonment worse by giving him a bath, a warm bed, and some decent food to eat.

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    If the gods were going to take him away from Cersei and everything he’d known, bind him to a boy half his age, Jaime almost would have preferred it if Robb Stark had been a fool, had been as dull and self-righteous as his father. Seven hells, he could at least have been ugly.

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    They loved each other once. Now they are brought face to face with the boys they used to be and with everything they thought they had lost. Perhaps twenty years was never long enough to stop loving someone.

    Or Maekar and Baelor woke to the younger version of each other.

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    He's better than Ormund at many things, always has been. Dueling (not grappling, never grappling), riding (but not hunting), humility over pride.

    Over the many years, he's learned that throwing the fight has a better outcome than beating his lordly cousin in any competition.

    Ormund is the Head of Hightower House, after all. Sometimes the knee must be bent.

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    "He was awful to you, earlier." Daeron looked distinctly uncomfortable as they sat together in what now passed for Gwayne's room in Tumbleton, a chess board between them. His nephew was wringing his hands as though they were wet rags and Daeron a washerwoman. "Those things he said..."

    {The false empathic look, paired with 'I'm sure you found solace with some of your brothers in arms'}

    Gwayne stared at the floor, counting the cracks he found there. "Put it from your mind, Daeron. It was meant to humiliate me, not you. Long has he missed throwing his knives at me, in my absence. That is all that was. His idea of fun. A warm welcome home, if you will."

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