She is a part of this, as are we all. And she knows that. To that end, I thought you at least a little more clever than this. Perhaps that was my mistake.
Now you are insulting me. Do you really think me incapable of subtlety?
But as you are so eager to make a confession to me, I will indulge you, Snow, and ask. Do you plan to involve yourself in the politics of this country, more than you already have?
[--But whatever else he might say of Snow, he does has the measure of Jaime there. Scheming and sneaking are not the way he prefers to act, in any field.]
I never said it mattered. You can do whatever you like. My interest in politics is very limited. I do find it interesting that it is Lord Baelish whose advice you are taking on this.
I forget that you northmen have no concept of conversation.
And if you took Lord Baelish's advice, I suppose it might be you working for him instead of I. In De Chima, you are close to your lady. I suppose I must take that to be your declaration.
Obsession is not the same as fucking. If only for the sake of your lady, I hope you're aware of the difference.
[Good bit of info, though. Perhaps not entirely surprising. He must mean Sansa Stark--and there was something with Baelish and House Tully, wasn't there? It was nothing Jaime much cared about at the time, his own interest turned very much inward. Cersei would likely know the details, if she were here.]
If you're taking advice from anyone, Snow, allow me to offer some. You cannot involve yourself in politics and remain beside your hearth. Just because you do not want to play the game does not mean you will not be made a pawn.
[He's not going to acknowledge Jaime's comment about Lucy. Much like the term "bastard", he was starting to get used to this form of attack. He knew why she was receiving so much focus. She was his vulnerability.]
I must not be a pawn if you are looking for information on me. The more you bring me up to her, the more I think either you or Baelish believe me to be a threat.
You keep your word under certain conditions, but I would never accept it if I were your king.
You sent Lady Brienne of Tarth to protect Sansa, which she did.
[He's not saying they're the best of friends, but he doesn't like words being put in his mouth. Let Jaime Lannister know that he follows his word rather than his family completely.]
You are capable of better company than the one you keep now.
[If only there were some great book somewhere--like the White Book, perhaps, a thousand pages thick, but in the pages were recorded not deeds of the past, but deeds of the future. Things Jaime will do. He has pieced together small parts, always careful not to appear overeager. An eager man is a man easily bought. And perhaps he does not want to know, truly; perhaps he would do better to remain ignorant of all that stands before him.
Joffrey dies. Tommen is crowned. Tyrion stands trial for murder. Jaime returns to King's Landing and dispatches Brienne to protect Sansa Stark. Why? For Tyrion? For the promise he mouthed to Lady Catelyn Stark? That was half a lifetime ago. When he thinks of Brienne, he thinks of the bear pit, that torn pink gown, and her dumb stare, and her smeared with mud.]
You clearly have never spent much time with the Maid of Tarth or else you would not cast her as 'better company'. Perhaps I was punishing your sweet sister with that protection.
Are you telling me this to inspire me? As you have said, you are no king of mine. No king at all, truly. I am therefore less than inspired.
I find that I prefer you when you are dismissing my worth. If you truly believe that I best make decisions on my own, I invite you not to contact me again.
[Brienne. Jaime does not miss the wench, and sincerely believes what he has written of her company. But in passing, he has wondered what she would make of this place. He wonders the same of Cersei, though he has a better guess at that one. And he wishes neither of them here.]
Unfortunately I know much of your worth, and I doubt you will accept that invitation. As I believe we are meant to be keeping a kind of peace between us, I ask that you at least try to believe that I do not care very much about you. My interests is in myself only.
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Date: 2017-06-06 08:53 pm (UTC)text;
Date: 2017-06-06 09:14 pm (UTC)But as you are so eager to make a confession to me, I will indulge you, Snow, and ask. Do you plan to involve yourself in the politics of this country, more than you already have?
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Date: 2017-06-06 09:32 pm (UTC)Why does it matter if I do? Baelish was the one to encourage me to consider helping the people of this world.
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Date: 2017-06-06 09:47 pm (UTC)[--But whatever else he might say of Snow, he does has the measure of Jaime there. Scheming and sneaking are not the way he prefers to act, in any field.]
I never said it mattered. You can do whatever you like. My interest in politics is very limited. I do find it interesting that it is Lord Baelish whose advice you are taking on this.
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Date: 2017-06-06 09:55 pm (UTC)If I took Lord Baelish's advice, I would be in Maurtia Falls instead of De Chima.
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Date: 2017-06-07 04:13 am (UTC)And if you took Lord Baelish's advice, I suppose it might be you working for him instead of I. In De Chima, you are close to your lady. I suppose I must take that to be your declaration.
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Date: 2017-06-07 04:51 am (UTC)If that were so, Baelish would have sworn allegiance to my house because of his obsession with my sister.
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Date: 2017-06-07 05:33 pm (UTC)[Good bit of info, though. Perhaps not entirely surprising. He must mean Sansa Stark--and there was something with Baelish and House Tully, wasn't there? It was nothing Jaime much cared about at the time, his own interest turned very much inward. Cersei would likely know the details, if she were here.]
If you're taking advice from anyone, Snow, allow me to offer some. You cannot involve yourself in politics and remain beside your hearth. Just because you do not want to play the game does not mean you will not be made a pawn.
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Date: 2017-06-10 04:06 am (UTC)[He's not going to acknowledge Jaime's comment about Lucy. Much like the term "bastard", he was starting to get used to this form of attack. He knew why she was receiving so much focus. She was his vulnerability.]
I must not be a pawn if you are looking for information on me. The more you bring me up to her, the more I think either you or Baelish believe me to be a threat.
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Date: 2017-06-13 04:10 am (UTC)Here is the part where you tell me my word is worth very little, if anything at all. Unfortunately it is all that you have.
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Date: 2017-06-13 04:29 am (UTC)You sent Lady Brienne of Tarth to protect Sansa, which she did.
[He's not saying they're the best of friends, but he doesn't like words being put in his mouth. Let Jaime Lannister know that he follows his word rather than his family completely.]
You are capable of better company than the one you keep now.
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Date: 2017-06-13 02:45 pm (UTC)Joffrey dies. Tommen is crowned. Tyrion stands trial for murder. Jaime returns to King's Landing and dispatches Brienne to protect Sansa Stark. Why? For Tyrion? For the promise he mouthed to Lady Catelyn Stark? That was half a lifetime ago. When he thinks of Brienne, he thinks of the bear pit, that torn pink gown, and her dumb stare, and her smeared with mud.]
You clearly have never spent much time with the Maid of Tarth or else you would not cast her as 'better company'. Perhaps I was punishing your sweet sister with that protection.
Are you telling me this to inspire me? As you have said, you are no king of mine. No king at all, truly. I am therefore less than inspired.
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Date: 2017-06-16 12:52 am (UTC)Your sister, your brother, Brienne of Tarth.
[That last one made him curious. She carried his sword, kept his oath. They made an impression on each other.
No, I'm no king here. I have no reason to inspire you and no wish to. You seem to make the best decisions on your own.
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Date: 2017-06-16 05:09 pm (UTC)[Brienne. Jaime does not miss the wench, and sincerely believes what he has written of her company. But in passing, he has wondered what she would make of this place. He wonders the same of Cersei, though he has a better guess at that one. And he wishes neither of them here.]
Unfortunately I know much of your worth, and I doubt you will accept that invitation. As I believe we are meant to be keeping a kind of peace between us, I ask that you at least try to believe that I do not care very much about you. My interests is in myself only.
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Date: 2017-06-19 11:51 pm (UTC)If you don't care for me, stop asking Lucy questions about me. If you want information, ask me yourself.
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Date: 2017-06-22 09:54 am (UTC)text;
Date: 2017-06-22 05:50 pm (UTC)[That's a chess joke. He can make chess jokes now, thanks to his godsgifted skill at the game.]