(2013) open rp post

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permanent open rp post

new year, new post.
❧ select one of my characters (or one that you know I play but isn't on the list)
❧ leave a prompt: pictures work best; lyrics, scenarios of your own creation, etc.
❧ reply as many times as you want.
❧ the apocalypse finally happens.

❧ please note that I am extremely backtag friendly and will be backtagging these threads until the cows come home. and I'm always really eager to do things even if this post is found months after it's posted. also lol sometimes i may take a bit to get to them since some characters are harder for me to think up things and require some canon review! sorry for the wait, i'll make you a vegemite sandwich in the interim.

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my poor little dragon :c my kelly c, i will buy you the best books in all the land to make up for it

[inviolable]

[ he thinks of answering her question with a question — simply to see her fume smoke. but he opts to go a different route. he wonders if anything surprises this dragon, and he supposes that this is a test to see if she thinks she has him pinned. but while he assumes she might think she has him all sorted out, he does believe he surprises her. (and if not her, those who know him — or of him — like ser barristan selmy). surely he must've, for a lion never turns his back on his own pride, but jaime has proven almost everyone wrong since his recruitment into the kingsguard. ]

[ or queensguard. the kingsguard had painted him as a traitor, a man who would slay those that he served. all they saw was the wolf's tale of a lion's betrayal, not the act of a knight honouring his vow of keeping the people of westeros safe. they refused to see what he had sacrificed to save thousands, if not millions, of lives — his own honour, his own beliefs, the safety of those within westeros. the mad king was surely mad, but even he could be prone to having sharp ideas. what if the wildfire had been already put into motion the moment his blade had cut into his flesh? but, luckily for him, the mad king was simply that: mad. he knew daenarys' own men used to watch him with sharp eyes — his reputation proceeds him, even to the lands outside of westeros. like he had done many years before, he proves them wrong, time and time again, by stabbing his blade into the backs of men who oppose the mother of dragons rather than her own pretty back. ]

If you think me mad … [ he smiles, glancing away, if only briefly. hadn't he once told his father he could care less of what anyone thought of him? he still maintains that he doesn't. he is a lannister — he cares not of how anyone could possibly perceive him. ]

[ but jaime lannister is mad. he's mad for reasons that he knows fully and truly — he stands here, in front of this dragon, not as an enemy, but as an ally. and, sometimes, when he chooses to be foolish, as kin. ] But I do wonder. It's my blood that sits on the throne, yet, I seem to care not of it. Wouldn't you question that?

[ he doesn't mean to step into the shoes of her advisors — surely she has had enough of ser jorah, questioning her every move — but jaime can't help but push. daenarys only has stories to form portraits of the men she now opposes. while his are nothing but fact, they are still that — stories. many would claim them to be fiction (and he is most positive that if the bear were here, he would be doing just that. jaime's not blind. he had seen a tenderness in his gaze that he often sees reflected back when he gazes in the mirror), for a lannister pays his debts — and while the debt he would owe daenaerys would be that of simply opposing his shit for a nephew, he doesn't collect. he finds that he never intends to. the myth of the lannister follows him wherever he goes, but he finds that people have it all wrong. lannisters can be loyal animals to those outside of their pride — from time to time. it honestly depends on the person in question. ]