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eachdraidh2015-03-02 08:02 am
impathy) wrote in eachdraidh2015-03-02 08:02 am
video » One Penny
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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.
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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[Not that he understood why she would need an alley INSIDE her fort. That was just nonsense.]
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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.
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[They were clearly doomed it if ever came to that. Perhaps he should reconsider Damon's offer instead.]
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[ except for sometimes when she really very does. ]
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[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.]
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[ 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. ]
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Why -- have you?
[ had a problem keeping promises. ]
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[Words that perhaps had more meaning in Westeros than they did here. But the meaning was as clear as it ever was.]
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[ one is a return -- payback. the other? promises, she believes, are things freely given without expecting anything in return. ]
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[Promises. Debts. Threats. What good was a man's word if he did not follow through on all those things?]
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[ the slayer will keep a promise, but she'll be damned if buffy summers can ever manage to wipe out a debt. she's no rich lannister. ]
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As it happens, I've been spared a small portion of my wealth at Casterly Rock. Only a pittance of gold to be true, but a fine start all the same. I have a mind to put it to good use at this fort.
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[He had seen others with their strength in arms and magic and other wonders. Well, gold and wit were all Tyrion ever had. So why should he be made to have only one and not the other?]
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You should be grateful. [ she had to make her fortune monster-hunting for months. ] A pittance is more than nothing, right?
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[But perhaps only because he feared a world that would have no use for a dwarf without gold. If he had been born common, he'd have been drowned in the nearest body of water the moment he was born. If Tywin had been common, he'd have smiled while he did it.]
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[ shit happened. ] Money doesn't last. In fact, I'm pretty sure blood and money are the only two things you can accurately use the word haemorrhage when talking about them. And at least with blood you can slap a bandage on that mess.
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That is only true in the hands of a wastrel. Is that what your family was?
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We were very happy. [ once. never. in her hazy bad recollections. ] But then it's infidelity and divorce and moving to a new town and single-parent households and dad never finds the time to call from Spain and --
[ and she's rambling. buffy breathes deep. ] It's a long story. I call it The Fall of the House of Summers.
[ because who doesn't love a little poe humour, huh? ]
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Father issues, I take it. Was he cruel or merely neglectful?
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[ father issues, indeed. but she'll not come out a-warbling about each and every sin committed by hank summers. not breathe a word about his insistence to have his own daughter committed to an institution. cruel. his lapse of attention to the point of not so much as calling when his ex-wife died. neglectful.
she (almost compulsively) fashions herself as wholly normal: ] We were an upper-middle-class family in Los Angeles. Parents splitting up was practically written into the stars. It's not just my story; it's everyone's story.
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[He thinks on his own divorce and how strange that is. He supposes it's a fortunate thing he did not leave a child with Sansa. Tyrion did not imagine he could ever be a good father, but he would not wish to be an absent one either.]
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