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ygritte-thewildling replied to your post: ooc; Do you ever have those moments...
sweetheart you are one of the best writers i’ve seen, i love reading your posts. you’re just the nicest person ever ugh don’t feel bad bb! -hughug-
I really don't know what came over my last night that inspired me to make such a post, but thank you, love <3 *lots of hugs*
bastardofdreadfort replied to your post: ooc; Do you ever have those moments...
you are amazing, you are loved, never doubt that
I think a part of me will always doubt it, as it's just in my nature. But deep down, I know that's true. I just needed to vent how I was feeling last night. <3 Love you.
bran-the-broken-wolf replied to your post: ooc; Do you ever have those moments...
Reading yours and Brienne’s stuff is what got me into this group in the first place. You’re fantastic, seriously. We’re all our own harshest critics <3
To be completely honest, it makes me insanely happy that Brienne and I were the ones who got you to join us. We love having you here, and just asdfghjkl. I love you, okay? And I know that we're all super harsh on ourselves.
themaidofthesapphireisle replied to your post: ooc; Do you ever have those moments...
OOC; Court, you’re INCREDIBLY talented! RPing with you is so much fun I get super-depressed if I ever have a day when I can’t get online! You’re an AMAZING writer! <333
Baby, just let me love you, okay?
rubrumensis reblogged your post: ooc; Do you ever have those moments...
Okay.
I’ve told you before you are a FABULOUS Jaime and your writing is absolutely perfect. Stay stronger darling, your interactions with every character are really lovely and you’re always IC. I’m here darling, otherwise I have not followed you. Mh? You have all my support ( :
Heal. ooc: I'm sorry, but the idea of Jaime tending Bran's wounds is hilarious to me. XD
Heal: My character will tend to your character’s wounds, or be at their side when they’re sick.
Title: You Break it, You Buy it
(title by Bran)
Okay, this didn't really turn out too much with Jaime tending to Bran, but leading to Bran being tended. Below the cut.
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"The things I do for love," he said, voice full of loathing as he pushed the young Stark boy from the window. Jaime didn't even so much as glance to see Bran hit the ground, breaking as he did so.
Cersei slapped him, her eyes furious as she glared at him, breathing heavily. "Jaime, he was just a boy!" she hissed at him, through clenched teeth as she straightened her skirts and smoothed her hair, trying to look presentable once more.
Where her hand had met his cheek stung, but he made no move to strike her back. Such an act was unknightly, and besides, he'd never do such a thing to the woman he held so close to his own heart. But even so, her words hurt just as much, if not more so. "He would have told someone what he'd seen," he began. "Given the circumstance-"
"You could have frightened him into silence, Jaime. He was a child! I doubt he understood what he saw, and even if he did..." she interrupted him.
"He would have told someone sooner or later," he sighed, as he turned from her and pulled on his breeches, tying them closed before he pulled on his boots. "We should be going now, sweet sister. Unless you want to be found out," Jaime said, as he pulled on his coat as well.
She glared at him once more, but said nothing and took her leave. He followed her, though less quickly. When he exited the tower, Cersei was nowhere to be seen, but the boy's direwolf pup was making a racket. Anyone with ears would have heard that, so Jaime decided to play the role of being the first on the scene, having heard something that had to have meant trouble. That was only to be expected of a knight, was it not?
Every instinct of his expected the boy to be dead, as he came upon his broken form, and the pup standing protectively by him, though it wouldn't have been able to do much harm yet, if it attacked. Jaime nudged the creature away with his foot, and knelt at the boys side, where he noticed the soft rise and fall of Bran's chest as he breathed. Damn it all, Jaime thought to himself. I cannot kill him now. Not when one of Stark's men might come at any moment.
Which naturally, one did. A large man, who seemed to be a stableboy or something of the like, who lumbered up, concern on his face. Jaime expected some sort of accusal, but the newcomer just looked at Bran. "Hodor, hodor!" he exclaimed, and Jaime scowled. A lackwit. The Gods certainly seem to be smiling upon me, if I can play my role correctly.
Jaime motioned for the giant of a man to kneel, and after a moment, Hodor did so. "Hodor," he said, but was ignored as Jaime checked Bran's legs. Broken. As was his spine, most likely. From such, he could only assume the boy would die shortly, which was all well and good for him.
But even so, ever so gently, he lifted the boy up in his arms, as several more of Stark's men came running. They would only see concern on Jaime's face, which was all a lie of course, but looked believable nevertheless. Hodor rose behind Jaime, and lumbered after him as he carried the boy to meet Stark's men.
"I heard the wolf," he said, as they came within hearing distance of each other. "I found it with the boy, who I believe fell from the tower. He must have been climbing, and slipped."
The men didn't overly question him, which came as no surprise at the time. They were far too concerned with the boy's welfare, and wanting to get him to the maester. One of the men told Hodor to take Bran from Jaime, and when he had done so, they all rushed back to the occupied area of Winterfell, and to where there would be hope for Bran.
False and misguided hope, but it was hope all the same.
Greetings Ser Jaime. How fare you this day? *would bow politely, but can only nod because he's stuck in a Hodor basket*
Jaime's eyes passed over the boy, and he couldn't stop himself from wishing the boy had died. If he'd done so, Lady Stark would likely never have discovered the truth about he and his sister, and things would have turned out better for he and his family, in the end. Perhaps Ned Stark might even have lived...
But as it seemed the boy didn't remember it was he who pushed him from the window, Jaime feigned a smile, and nodded. "I fare well enough, lad." Though I cannot say the same for you. Living crippled is a harsh life..
