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It's a fine day for sunshine. I find myself pitying those who choose to live beneath stones and only play at seeing sunlight. The real thing is not so easy to replicate. It seems to be getting warmer as well. Summer Is Coming, as they might say in my own Westerlands. If there is anything to love about this world, it is the peculiarly short seasons. It is a strange thing to have them all wrapped up in one year. I find myself wondering how it is you're able to keep track of them when they each go by so swiftly. It is near spring, but I'm told it will only be a few months long with more certainty than even the wisest maesters can manage - and this from an ill-bred soldier with scant few hairs on his lip.

I will say this for the south, however. It is blessed with very few imps.

[Locked to the Unseelie]

I've spent an uncomfortably long time in Seelie lands these past few weeks, though I am to understand a fairy ring is not so far off ahead of me. Would that we had such things in my own seven kingdoms, I might have done a fair bit more traveling. Though I confess I find it terribly disappoint how utterly small this world is made out to be. Is it truly a void beyond the oceans? I would imagine that it could not have always been that way. Certainly there had to be something far off out there, beyond where ships are able to reach.

In any case, I do have a point beyond the tedium of long riding. My name is Tyrion Lannister, which may not merit much weight here, but I was known as the King's Hand and the Master of Coin where I was from. I excelled in both duties and while I have no mind to butcher my features in further battles, I would see my skills put to proper use still. There is a certain spire that I feel might benefit from my talents and so it is there I mean to go. But I am given to understand there are a number of spires in all and would be only too glad to find other similar minded individuals to begin making certain investments. I do not yet have all my wealth at my disposal, but I promise you I always pay my due. A Lannister always pays his debts.

There is one other matter. Briefly for a time there were two of my kin here. My brother Jaime Lannister and my bastard nephew, Joffrey. Did anyone perchance to meet either of them? I know they are long gone from this world, but I would be interested to know if there was anything they might have left behind.

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You sound certain. [Which is an odd thing, he thinks. She did not strike him as particularly intelligent, but all of this talk of dimensions is going over his head - only he's pretty sure she's not just resorting to her strange vocabulary instead.]

Dead certain.

[ she jokes for no ones benefit (or...detriment) but her own. ]

And how is it that you are so certain? I confess I have found no books that speak of other dimensions or any business of this sort.

[If such a book existed, certainly the Citadel would have dismissed it as madness.]

The cracks and lines between worlds look a lot like broken stars. Like stars that are just leaking their shiny little guts out all over the sky. [ at least, that's how it had looked from the top of glory's tower. ]

Whatever. I haven't been able to find any research matter here, either. But God knows I've tried. [ buffy gave up on the research pretty quickly, though. she could use a contact with a little more patience for old tomes. ]

An interesting notion. I had it from the maesters that stars were just other suns, only further away. I did not realize it was broken dimensions leaking over the sky.

No. They are. [ other suns. ] I was just -- never mind what I was just doing. Point is? Someone or something is spending a lot of mojo on getting us here.

[ implied: and i wanna find out how. ]

And yet here you are, busy with your river fort and it's... sun roof, was it?

[She was betraying more eagerness to simple comfortable living, though. Perhaps there was more to her than he'd first assumed... which wasn't saying much, as he had expected very little of her to begin with.]

You can never underestimate the value of a solid HQ. A base of operations, yeah? [ ... ] Kinda hard to crack any existential nuts when you're playing Hobo-slash-Itinerant Number Eight on the cosmic script of life.

I'm compelled to agree, for however little sense that made. Your Baron has already offered me the second fort.

You do realize that mine will always be better, right?

Will it? You have had more time to prepare, certainly. But I have ideas of my own as well. Do you suppose your baron would greatly object to housing whores? I would be sure they were kept and equipped well. When they were not at pleasure, they could take up spears and stand as nude sentries.

[ no. she supposes archer probably wouldn't object. but she's not about to say so. ]

Sure. Whatever. You go and be the porno-fort. I'll stick to my river and actually put some effort into making the place quasi-safe.

[ and decently clothed. ]

What is the point in a safe fort if you can't enjoy it? Perhaps you might think to do the same.

Paying for it isn't really what I'd consider all that enjoyable. [ but not out of bravado or ego. she may indeed be just so prudish. ] I mean -- I'll consider a rec room. Hell, I'd put a bowling alley in. Easy peasy.

But not -- not that.

[ she can't even say a single word within the same realm of what tyrion proposed for his own maybe-venture. ]

I do not pay out of the goodness of my heart. [Others could claim bravado at charming someone into their bed. But Tyrion had never managed that. Even Tysha was bought and sold before I ever set eyes on her.] But if you wish to have... an alley, do as what pleases you.

[Not that he understood why she would need an alley INSIDE her fort. That was just nonsense.]

[ she wouldn't, of course. wouldn't do what pleases her. for all her big talk about kicking back and having fun and riding that independence streak into the sunset, she's more a puritan than all else. a kind of person-shaped magnet for self-denial and flagellation. puritanical, through and through. what happiness does buffy summers deserve when her friends and family are still back in california? waiting for her.

but despite all of this inner broiling, she wears her grin with mischief. ] And a shaved ice stand. And a huuuuge walk-in closet with, like, twenty of those adorable ruffled shirts. I can rock those.

I will pray that your side of the river is never the one to be attacked.

[They were clearly doomed it if ever came to that. Perhaps he should reconsider Damon's offer instead.]

-- Well, duh. What else do you think I'll be praying for? No one wants to be attacked.

[ except for sometimes when she really very does. ]

If only it was simply a matter of wanting.

[If there was one thing to be said for this arrangement: he was needed. Tyrion felt a sore ache to be needed again. A spire was not King's Landing, but it would be a start. He only had to deal with these two so long as it suited him.]

Yeah, yeah: if wants and wishes were croissants and fishes, we'd all be -- well, probably suffering from some serious indigestion. [ hmph. ] Look. My fort isn't gonna be the problem child. I can promise you that much.

[ but she also seems unlikely to back that info up right now. like she said earlier: he'll have to come see it for himself. ]

Be prudent with your promises, Buffy. They can be a difficult thing to keep.

I dunno. I've never really had a problem with sticking to my word. Keeping my promises. [ miles to go before i sleep. ]

Why -- have you?

[ had a problem keeping promises. ]

No, not at all. A Lannister always pays his debts.

[Words that perhaps had more meaning in Westeros than they did here. But the meaning was as clear as it ever was.]

Debts and promises aren't strictly the same.

[ one is a return -- payback. the other? promises, she believes, are things freely given without expecting anything in return. ]

But close enough as to make no matter. I keep them both in the end.

[Promises. Debts. Threats. What good was a man's word if he did not follow through on all those things?]

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