monster // jaime & tywin
The sun had never been seemed colder to Tywin. His warmth did not seem to reach him that day as he stood still in his room's balcony. His eyes, eyes that never had shown kindness or love, eyes that were like green cold gems that never showed his true intentions, they looked at the sun as if he was expecting something from it. But what to expect when all hope had died with her. Hopes were a waste of his time. To act. To live. To plan, to attack. Those were real things, things he should hold on to. He was not the weak man his father had been, a man who had given a whore his mother's necklace. "Flesh is weak. But I am carved in rock" he thought his eyelids falling over his eyes for a moment just to open almost instantly. His steps echoed across the room as he walked away from the balcony at a slow pace. It was summer but it felt like winter had already arrived to the Rock.
Near the bed he so many times had shared with his wife he stopped, his gaze merely stopping on it for a moment before it was drawn away, as if it disturbed him to stare at it. His lips ps imperceptibly twitched slightly when he started walking again towards the door of the room. There were so many memories contained between those four walls...
In the morning, Casterly Rock was silent, but the kind of quietness that seemed to have taken hold of the castle was almost unnatural, the kind of silence that ensues death. Tywin's footseps sounded like a battle drum, but the only war that had been held in that place was already lost. "A life for a life" someone had said when the news about his wife's death and his son's birth had arrived to him. That tonge would never move again, but the man had not even seen a glimpse of wrath in the Lannister patriarch's eyes before he gave the order to take him away. The lion of Lannister had stood as a statue of pure ice before the creature that had taken his wife's life and then had left the room without a word.
Tywin stopped. His steps had led him towards the rooms where his children slept. A quick look towards the window informed him that it was early for them to be awake. His gaze fell then on the door of the chambers where the newborn dwarf slept tight. He had avoided seeing him. He had avoided talking about it. He had avoided reffering to it as a human being. He had tried to foreget about his existence. But he could not ignore the facts. Only a fool would do that. That thing was alive, it had his name and it lived under his roof. But he would never accept it as his son.
His jaw clenched slightly all of sudden his hand raising slightly and his fingertips touching the wooden surface of the door where the baby slept.
"Why did you not die...?" he found himself mumbling.
