something of a voicetest

[goldtouch]

Oh yes. No doubt this shall go extremely well for the both of us. Of course, I have no doubt some would say it is very nearly a habit of mine to run in to things with my sword out and a plan hardly formed. [ That attractive smile twists into something a tad bit more bitter. ] All things in the past now, it seems.

But you-- Forgive me if I'm wrong, but you do seem like the type who ponders about issues far longer than you should. And yet here we are.

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[maned]

Perhaps, for them, the choice was not a difficult one to make on this occasion.

[goldtouch]

[ oh shit, a talking lion. that's gotta mean something for his House, right? ]

Only to end on the inevitable, it seems.

[maned]

[ The talking lion, and the way his gaze rests on Jaime is very ... thorough. yo boy he heard you're calling yourself a lion ]

And how do you feel about being elected the man for the job?

[goldtouch]

[ dude that was one time! ]

As I always do, of course: thrilled. Naturally.

[maned]

[ It's okay, kiddo, your father on the other man wouldn't get nearly such a neutral greeting. The look in Aslan's eyes isn't a scornful one, instead carved from patience and consideration; he doesn't like being lied to, but since Jaime's nature is not an entirely open one, to say the least ... ]

You wear my sigil, Jaime.

[ There's a quiet authority in the way he says My, as if all other lions came from him. Tall as a man and with a golden warmth that radiates from his presence, he merely stands nearby. The honesty of what he says is curbed by all the things he still could, and does not. ]

At times, I am proud of you for that.

[goldtouch]

[ For a moment, he's reminded of the lions they kept in cages near Casterly Rock. Those he had been too nervous to approach as a child - something he would never admit to now. They looked on with dull eyes, not seeming nearly as bloodthirsty as they had in the tales he and Cersei heard.

The way he speaks hits more profoundly than it should. Jaime looks baffled, briefly, before fixing his already perfect posture. ]

Well, I do my best. [ The words come out as the drawl of someone who's been doing their best and beyond since they were fifteen years old. ]

[maned]

It is more than enough for me that you try.

[ After all, mistakes are there to be learned from. ]

[a_wager_won]

And yet, here... the wine... is not.

[goldtouch]

I have no doubt you'll locate some eventually, my dear brother.

[a_wager_won]

No more than I have doubt whenever whores mount my bed and call themselves virgins. That does not put my mouth on either.

Learn something, Jaime: ask for wine first, talk with them only after.

[goldtouch]

I'll have to keep that in mind for any future negotiations. [ He wont. ]

How is it that I'm the older brother, yet you are the one with all of the advice?

[a_wager_won]

How is it our sweet sister is the woman, and she wears the crown?

[goldtouch]

There are some questions better left unanswered.

[a_wager_won]

Or better yet, when Father is about, unasked.

[goldtouch]

[ He has to chuckle at that. ] No one ever said you weren't a fast learner.

[a_wager_won]

A High Septon must have, at some point.

And how is my brother, the sword arm of the Seven Kingdoms?

[goldtouch]

Horribly bored. I hoped your presence could help change that.

[agenda]

It is good to see you well, Ser Jaime. [ relatively well. not dead. ] I hope you find favour here.

[goldtouch]

As do I. Given the state of things, it shouldn't be that hard.