And so he spoke, and so he spoke...

[shits_gold]

Your Mundanity,

It pleases me that you finally see your error in taking on my wretched son. But I will forgive your stupidity, so long as you pledge to never touch that account again. You have a royal heart, Mundane. Do not tarnish it with the likes of lechers like Tyrion, or that vile octopus. Remain pure, and I offer you my fealty.

Yours,
Tywin Lannister

Comments

[on_the_books]

Oh, come on now. They're not so bad, really. A dwarf perverted in all the right ways, and a monster of the old gods? Sounds like a pretty good time, if you ask me.

[shits_gold]

A pretty good time? Surely you don't mean to insult my mundane by implying he requires nothing more than that?

[on_the_books]

Not at all. Perversion and indulgence are great. Hell, they make my job easier. They're not all there is to life, of course, They're just what make it worth living.

[gerionsdaughter]

[It's not like Joy is scared of her uncle. She's not. She's just really respectful of him. So she'll probably just stay in silence while her uncle speaks. And after that.
Probably he'll not notice her.]

[shits_gold]

[The Lord of Casterly Rock did not reach his current stature by being oblivious to the presence of others. Of course Tywin notices his bastard niece, but he gives no indication of this fact. She will either choose to address him, or remain silent. He cares not which.]

[gerionsdaughter]

[In the end, she does choose to address him.]
I am sure that your mundane will be... Will be sensible enough to understand what you ask of him, and that you do it for... For the better of him.
[She nods]

[sixthanimorph]

So. You're the Tywin Lannister.

I didn't think you'd be so... tall.

[shits_gold]

You must have thought I shared my dwarf son's low stature?

[The barest hint of a smile creases the Lannister lord's cheek.]

[sixthanimorph]

Actually... um, yeah. Kind of.

[And now he'll just be rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.]

I met him once. After everything I heard about your family, I was kind of...

[Don't say 'disappointed' to the dude's dad, David.]

... underwhelmed.

[Oh, yeah. Because that's so much better.]

[placeintheworld]

[Lindsey raises an eyebrow] Why is my writer clapping and dancing now that you've appeared?

[shits_gold]

[A smile.]

Your writer knows what true greatness looks like.

[placeintheworld]

[Well she does play him, Lindsey can't argue with that.] ...and that'd be you Mr...

I'm sorry, My Lord. [Thankfully he's used to lords of this or that.]

[grownintodreams]

Pure. Interesting way of putting that.

[His tailor does good work, and the cane is from an old injury, but really nothing can disguise that Miles only barely brushes five feet himself.]

[shits_gold]

I will tolerate nothing less from myself; why should I allow it in my mundane?

[grownintodreams]

I was musing on how such a simple word can have so many meanings.

[myfairlady]

[ that goddamn octopus. however, she's curious — ] What's wrong with Tyrion?

[ she has no idea who tyrion is, actually. ]

[shits_gold]

My son is a brilliant man. But he wastes his time whoring and drinking. He has earned nothing but my contempt.

Oh Daddy

[wardenoftheeast]

But you must be proud of him. Quite a man for taking that Stark girl as his wife.

[shits_gold]

That is still yet to happen in my experience of the canon, and thus you must needs forgive my skepticism. It does not sound a promising affair.

so very sorry ;A;

[tylosing]

Lecher? He's still a Lannister, is he not? The world is made better by having him in it. As the one who brought him forth, I can attest to that.

[shits_gold]

Joanna...it's been too long, hasn't it. I take it, then, that you have chanced to meet our younger son?

/if you don't mind another one >.>

[lionshare]

How could you speak of our son in such a manner?

He comes from both of us. He is a Lannister, a lion. He is our son, both yours and mine.

[ She just can't wrap her head around it. Not after she gave her life to bring him into the world. ]

I really don't, just surprised that there's even one

[shits_gold]

You have not met him, Joanna; you do not know. A lion he may be, a Lannister, but every day he pisses on that name.

this is so late, but why not!

[cloudborne]

[ Always the watchful observer, The Marquis of Bhujerba hesitated to address this gentleman in the middle of his ranting. Though, it would seem that his "mun" now urged him to speak. Especially since mentions of that vile octopus somewhat sparked his mun's intrigue and humor. ]

You speak awfully lowly of your own son, good sir. I take it that the ties between you and your son are quite...strained.

The more, the merrier!

[shits_gold]

I'm afraid they are. You are a lord too, I take it? My mundane seems to think so. Then you must understand how tragic it is to have no son worth inheriting the line, especially when my daughter would make an exceptional heir, were she but a man.