Two Westerosi Discuss Halloween - Closed

[onlyvengeance]

WHO: Catelyn Stark, Jaime Lannister
WHERE: that same cafe, I do think it was in Nonah
WHEN: now is good, actually
WHAT: two Westerosi discuss Halloween
WARNINGS: none that I know of, but it’s Game of Thrones ppl, so sensitive things might come up, beware

[ There are children in costume scattered throughout the city today; some of the merchants are handing out candy early. Catelyn is watching this all with a touch of bemusement. The kids are cute, but the whole custom is a little odd to her. And she has discovered that she isn’t too fond of pumpkin spice, at least not in coffee. So today she is sticking to spearmint tea, something familiar. And apparently the gods have seen fit to send another reminder of home, though not one that brings up happy memories, in the form of Jaime Lannister. Still, she can be polite, if he is. When she speaks her tone is measured and calm,]

Good afternoon, ser.

[See, not Kingslayer or Oathbreaker. It’s...progress, ok?]

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[onlyvengeance]

[ She twitches, ever so slightly, and for a moment, she too wishes for something that is not there. Though she is not wishing for his sister, thank all the gods. No, she remembers him in chains and a rock in her hand. The crack it made, and the impact juddering up her arm. He needs a few more like that. Perhaps some sense or manners will get knocked in along the way as well. She wonders what strange powers the gods of this place have given him, as they have given her. If it was a true fight this time, who would be the winner? All these thoughts tumble through her mind like stones in a stream, and when she speaks her tone is flinty. ]

I recall a cell and chains were your last accommodations, and they quite suited you.

[ After all, she had worn no chains and bent her head to none, at the last. Could he say the same? ]

[uncledad]

[The rattling of chains is not a song Jaime loves so well. The chains he wore in the Stark camp were chains that he carried south with him, with the Maid of Tarth his keeper. And then the chains that he wore at the amusement of the Flayed Men, the chain around his neck with his own hand hanging putrid beneath his nose.

Jaime's smile has a touch of flint to it this time.]

And here I thought I looked more handsome in gold.

[He is wearing crimson today, a bright bloom of color beneath the black of his suitcoat. It is cut well on him. Even in strange and foreign lands, a Lannister must look the part.]

In the end, I was lucky enough to have my own colors returned to me. [Lucky. Not the word that he would have used. And he speaks of what he does not know, too. Others have said that he returned to the Red Keep. For Jaime, it was wool and a cloak of dull heavy cotton.] But I wonder what all the northmen did with their Stark banners.

[onlyvengeance]

[it is a statement meant to wound, and it does. She feels it, a deep twist of pain, and it flickers in her gaze. But she rallies, as best she can.]
This night is a night for ghosts to walk, according to the natives. Perhaps you will see. But then, some of us are not quite so dead as perhaps we were.

[uncledad]

Your husband's bastard tells me that the dead of Westeros will all soon walk among us. They'll raise an army and march on the Wall, and all the Seven Kingdoms.

[He puts his chin in his hand, deep in mock thought.]

Will you be among them?

[onlyvengeance]

[ she lets any hint of any emotion save the hunger for vengeance drain from her gaze, her expression as unforgiving as a northern winter, and though she does not know it, she is the very image of her afterlife, if it can be called that. The spirit of vengeance that Berric Dondarrion breathed a spark of life into.]

I pray to the gods that I am.