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*Beep Beep* Since I seem incapable of keeping more than one blog alive without abandoning the other nowadays I have decided to MOVE Jaime to my multimuse blog. I love this golden fool and I love the ones who still want to interract with me and him.
This blog will still be up because I am too damn proud of it to take it down and the information will still be here. Iâve worked hard and now itâs not possible to make changes to it because of the whole java-script thing :| So all interactions, follows and so forth will be done from
                 TOOXLDTOREMEMXER
*Beep Beep* Since I seem incapable of keeping more than one blog alive without abandoning the other nowadays I have decided to MOVE Jaime to my multimuse blog. I love this golden fool and I love the ones who still want to interract with me and him.
This blog will still be up because I am too damn proud of it to take it down and the information will still be here. Iâve worked hard and now itâs not possible to make changes to it because of the whole java-script thing :| So all interactions, follows and so forth will be done from
                 TOOXLDTOREMEMXER
â iâve never cared about anyone the way i care about you. â
â i know itâs not fair to ask you to wait for me, but i canât bear the thought of seeing you with someone else. â
â iâm not really good at this sort of thing. i never really had much luck with relationships before but i wanna make it work. i want us to work. â
â i love you. you donât have to say anything, i just thought you should know. â
â i do care about you iâm just. iâm not good at talking about it. â
â i didnât like seeing you with them. â
â youâre my person. youâll always be the one i go to. â
â i could have lost you today! do you know what that would have done to me? â
â do you even know what you do to me? â
â i canât stop thinking about you. â
â youâre the most amazing person iâve ever met. â
â i donât deserve you, but i want you anyway. â
â youâre safe with me, you know that right? â
â please just tell me how you feel. â
â just say the words. tell me you want me and iâm yours. â
â youâre always there. i didnât used to see it before, but i do now. every time iâve ever needed someone, you were there. â Â
â you had a dream about me? â
â i guess i always kinda had a little bit of a crush on you. â
â you thought i never noticed you, but i did. i always saw you. â
â oh my god please donât tell me you tried to make breakfast again, the stove hasnât recovered since last time. â
â you waited for me? â
â i was always kind of hoping weâd give it a shot one day. â
â you were always my maybe, ya know? âmaybe theyâd finally ask me out.â âmaybe when i wasnât the one looking, they were noticing me too.â i know itâs silly, but. you were always in the back of my mind. â
â oh god youâre really gonna do the whole rocks against the window at midnight boombox thing arenât you? â
â iâm gonna wait for you, as long as it takes. â
â loving you saved me. â
â why me? out of everyone you couldâve chose. â
â iâve always loved you. â
â i know itâs late, but i just needed someone and. i guess you always answer when i call. â
â i brought pizza and wine and a horrible movie so in the words of rory gilmore, iâm ready to wallow now. â
â you didnât have to come ya know? iâm glad you did though. â
â if we could run away together and go anywhere, where would you take me? â
â what are you doing here? itâs the middle of the night. â
â i dont want to go back to how we used to be. i want more. i want you. â
â youâve had every piece of my heart since the moment i met you. â
â why is it your always the one to pick up the pieces every time my heart breaks? â
â are you gonna keep looking at me like that or are you actually gonna kiss me? â
â iâm gonna marry you one day. â
â i used to think about what itâd be like if we got together. â
â yes, of course i love you, you idiot. â
â just stay this time. stay for me. â
â donât you dare give up on us. â
â i always come running back to you. i canât help it. â
â you deserve someone who always puts you first. â
â you were never my second choice. â
 â they donât deserve you. and iâm notâ iâm not tryna be that asshole that says i do. but sure as hell would never hurt you like that. â
âSer Jaime?â Brienne had scarcely heard him approach, and she started slightly when she realized he was there. She straightened up, sniffing and swiping a hand across her nose as though sheâd been weeping, although she had not. After Renly had died, sheâd spent many nights alone, trying desperately to muffle the sound of her sobs. Not now, though. Now her heart lay in her chest as though dead, and she couldnât even force herself to cry. It was better this way, Brienne told herself. She couldnât afford herself that weakness now.Â
âSo you heard what they said. What those men did to her-â Not the men that they traveled with, but these ones repulsed her too. No, Brienne thought, you should not be surprised. The world seemed crueler than ever of late. At least Jaime was there. It was an odd sort of comfort, but heâd been the closest thing she had to an ally since the Brave Companions captured them. Heâd even saved her⌠Brienne ran a hand over the claw marks the bear had left on her arm. âShe was a good woman. An innocent woman.â Her fingers tightened in the fabric of her sleeve and she winced in pain. Brienne could feel her heart racing. She forced herself to focus on something, anything else. She found Jaime, her eyes landing guiltily on where he was hiding the stump of his hand.Â
âYes?â She finally realized that heâd started to say something. He almost sounded as though he was concerned. She was the one who was sworn to protect him, though- for all the good that had done. âYour hand⌠how is it?â Sometimes Brienne swore she could still smell it rotting. âThat man, he is not a maester⌠does he know what heâs doing?âÂ
Heâd never particularly liked Lady Stark and he knew she hadnât thought very highly of him either, but he had respected her, in some ways. However, what he had heard the men tell was not what he believed she, or anyone, deserved. It was brutal and even though he had been through and seen his fair share of torture and death, this would be edged in his memory forever. Like he had been there himself even though he hadnât. That was pretty damn sure.
âYes - I heard them. And if anyone were walking down the road we travelled on, they would know too.â He rolled his eyes at that. The men hadnât been subtle or precisely quiet. He turned his head to look in the direction of the fire, the look on his face wasnât a favourable one, even mixed with the exhaustion that still ran wild in his body, but it melted away, somewhat, when he turned back to her with a deep sigh. âI donât think anyone deserves that,â was what he found himself to say instead.
âNothing.â he slowly shook his head. For the first time, he realized that he actually missed his locks. Not because they made him look more like Cersei, or that it was something he was known for, the golden locks of Jaime Lannister, but to be able to hide behind them every now and then. And the warmth, most definitely the warmth. At her question, he looked down at his arm and scoffed lightly before he lifted it slightly so it was more visible to her. âStill gone.â He said dryly, but his eyes showed a sense of dark humour in them.Â
âIt doesnât hurt as much anymore,â the agony had stopped, the burning had stopped, but it was still sore and tender while it healed. Properly, for the first time since it was cut off. âSometimes it itches,â he offered. âSometimes it hurts,â he shrugged. That was the worst, not only could he sometimes smell it, but he could also feel it and there was nothing to do about it because there was nothing there. Heâd woken up screaming a few times. âOf course, he is a maester,â He defended. The part about him having been expelled for his âoriginal thinkingâ he kept left out of the conversation. âHe was very sure about what he was doing. It wasnât the first time heâd done it. Itâs been fine since he came along. Do you want to see?â It wasnât actually an invitation but to try and keep her away from it. He sighed again and gestured for her tent instead. âShall I walk you in?â
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Atlas grinned, puttering about the apartment and tidying things up. It wouldnât do to have a messy home. The only thing he doesnât touch is the art studio. A room full of studies, portraits, and the beginnings of a new painting.
He couldnât believe that actually worked. Heâd felt greedy for Jaimeâs attention, and meetings are so boring.
If there hadnât been traffic he might have made the trip in 10 minutes rather than 20. But so was the city life, sadly. When he opened the front door he squinted suspiciously into the apartment and sniffed the air but found nothing out of the ordinary. What had he expected to be different, really? âAtlas?â he called out as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. âBabe?â all he had to do was follow his nose and he would find him, but what kind of a game would that be? âIâm here,â he announced like it wasnât already clear.Â
The biggest show that he was eager was that he didnât put his coat up properly or his workbag but rather dropped it on the seat by the door before he continued on forward.
       The Childâs jaw falls open as he watches the knight. That was my candy!!. He thinks before closing his mouth. âSer!â He exclaim, hand reaching to pull Jaimeâs glove off seeing as he wasnât wearing any himself. once he throws the piece of armor on the ground he squares his shoulders looking up at the kings guard. a smile present on his face as he does so. âI challenge you to a duel!â Â
Aime looked on in mild amusement, curious to see what the little prince would actually do with his taunting and teasing. Of course, he wasnât disappointed when he literally *let* the child steal his glove and threw it on the ground. âI see,â he said and straightened his back while holding onto his sword with one hand and his bare hand on his belt. âAnd does the young prince have his sword?â he asked, a smirk stretched over his lips. âThere can be no fair duel without a weapon.â It wasnât his job to entertain the children, but after a long day standing on his feet, doing nothing but listening to dumb speeches and staring at a wall, he could use the entertainment.
( @acromanlionâ wrote:Â "how long have you been standing there?"
Atlas had been dancing around with his little dog. In nothing but Jaime's shirt and pajama shorts. )
âNot long.â he stood leaned against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets. By the smirk on his face, he had obviously seen the whole thing. âSo what⌠were you doing?â he glanced around the room like he didnât actually know before he focused back on Atlas.
( @acromanlionâ wrote:Â "i don't feel so good..."
Atlas held in a sneeze. Sniffling and shivering under the blanket. Hair a mess and tired eyes. He looked miserable. Apparently, the Beast had no clue what being sick felt like. Perhaps frolicking in the snow without his gloves wasn't the best idea. )
âYouâll be alright,â Jaime said with a sigh and dabbed his forehead with a cool wet cloth to try and make him feel better. He had the fire burning in the fireplace and even if Atlas wanted to keep the covers high and thick he kept reducing them. Orders by the maester not to overheat the man. Jaime was no maester or healer, he didnât really know how to care for someone who was sick but he tried his best to at least make him less uncomfortable. âThe maester said it was important to stay hydrated, so letâs drink something,â he said and put the cloth away so he could pick up the goblet of water to try and help him drink some of it. He only had one good hand to use after all.
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The soldiers were ringed around the fire, discussing the Red Wedding as though it were no more than particularly morbid gossip. Brienne was not with them. She sat on a stump a few yards away, but she couldnât help but hear.Â
âAfter they opened her throat,â the man continued, âthey stripped her naked and threw her in the river. A real Tully funeral.â He chuckled, as did some of his friends. Brienne had lost her appetite days ago, but she had forced herself to eat. If she ate another bite now, however, she would be ill. She set her bowl aside, trying not to imagine what had become of her lady. Now the man was describing how theyâd left Lady Catelynâs body to rot for a day before the river. She couldnât bear to hear another word.Â
Brienne pushed herself to her feet and hurried away, towards the tent that had been provided for her. Men were still speaking behind her, but now she could not decipher their words. Perhaps they mocked her. She was past caring. Supporting herself on a thin sapling, Brienne bent over, her breath catching in her throat.Â
Jaime hadnât felt like joining the men around the fire. He very much prefered to sit alone recently, yet not too far off. At least now his mind was clear now and he was able to think. What heâd been doing for what might have been the past few hours was switching between staring at nothing and staring at his missing hand with a mix of anger, sadness and emptiness. If there was anything he felt disgusted about it was what was left of his arm, not the words of the others. Not that he really was listening but sometimes their words broke through his self-implied fog and heâd give them a disapproving look before he glanced back to where Brienne had stationed herself.
Movement at the corner of his eye brought him out of his thoughts this time and he watched Brienne walk away. He looked back at the men and made a face at the as he slowly stood as well with a small grunt, his muscles and bones stiff. Nobody even seemed to take notice when he headed in the direction of Lady Brienneâs tent. At least thatâs where heâd seen her move off towards but he didnât even have to go that far to come across her big hulking form.
âYouâd think theyâd remember to not be so vile in front of a lady,â he said casually and leaned back against a larger tree, his good hand held onto his other elbow to keep his injured arm close, protected, hidden. âBut I shouldnât be surprised,â he huffed. He was trying to be his old flippant self but there was just no spark behind his words anymore. âThey wouldnât know manners if it bit them in their fat arses,â he rolled his eyes and chuckled. A bit hollow but he thought he was pretty funny. âWenchâŚâ what was the point in asking if she was okay? She wasnât, obviously, but if she crumbled then so would he. And he hated that fact.
( @acromanlionââ wrote: surprise .  send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse .
Atlas sends a pic of himself with revealing clothing and lingerie peeking from underneath.
[text]: when are you coming home? )
( Text: Little lion man ) Not soon enough it would seem.
( Text: Little lion man ) Meetingâs still dragging on.
( Text: Little lion man ) You get those for me? đ
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( @acromanlionâ wrote:Â "Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.â
Atlas stared down at his hands. The more time he spent human, the less he walked as a Lion. And with that came the unexpected and very unpleasant surprise of human emotion and its complexities. Human grief and guilt were much different than feeling it as a Beast. It was intense and gnawed away at his heart.
âI should have been there. I should have done something, anything.â
He does not realise that tears have begun to fall. Is this what it is like to cry? To grieve for Gerion?
"I did not get to say goodbye to him." )
Guilt and grief were two emotions Jaime was very familiar with but he liked to push them down and lock them away. It did not do well for someone like him to show such weaknesses within himself. Not when he was expected to be perfect. The golden lion, as it were. He sat silently and watched the flames of the ire, but he listened, even if his mind drifted â just the tiniest bit.
When heâd first found out that Atlas had been with his uncle in his final days, that he hadnât done anything to prevent his end, he'd been distraught, angry, that the beast had even let Gerion walk away on his own. He turned his head to look at the man now seated next to him. Seeing him like this was as natural as seeing him as a Lion. Still the same yet very different. The tears made hi heart jerk a little and he swallowed hard. He didnât like it. Still silent he looped his arm around his back and pulled him into his side and shoulder for support and comfort.
âNeither of us did,â he said after a few moments. âIt was his decision to go on without you in the end. He knew you couldnât follow.â he turned his head to press a soft kiss to his hair. âItâs not your fault.â He didnât know what hurt more. The fact of what Gerion had knowingly done, or that Atlas was unable to stop him.
Robert gets harassed by @goldcnlicnâ and he deserves it
[Text: Jaime â ] Youâre really never gonna let that go are you?Â
[Text: Jaime  â ] Donât you have anything better to do?
( Text: Baby Daddy ) No <3
( Text: Baby Daddy ) also no :/ and my cat is at the vet so Iâm just waiting. BORING.
( Text: Baby Daddy ) So why donât you jiggle jiggle that thiccc trunk back here and have some chocolate cake? I pay.