this will all end in tears i know it

[goldnhand]

Jaime is furious, and his sister is an idiot, but all things considered, he'd rather have it this way than their roles reversed. Which is, as he feels the weight of his golden hand, the first time that's been the truth in a while. Best not to think on that, though. Moving onto more pressing matters

Comments

[crimson_sugar]

Sugar is out, walking and still reeling in guilt over her last accidental tryst. She can quite easily be spoken too, and might have a rather interesting reaction to the name Lannister.

After all, her daughter does like Tyrion quite a bit.

[goldnhand]

Oh god a redhead.

Jaime thought he was done with those, he certainly feels done with those, oh god why why why. But at least this means he's still at Riverrun. Oh, good, he isn't completely mad, he was just... drugged, obviously drugged.

It is a sad day when one's mood is improved at the prospect of having been drugged.

"Wench," Jaime hopes she doesn't see him flinch at the word. "What..." where when who how why "Where might Riverrun have run off to, along with the rest of my men?"

[crimson_sugar]

.... Wench ?

She turns around, and looks at the man who called her that, very dignified, but simmering inside, which probably shows in her eyes.

"I hope you did not call me what I think you called me, sir. It would be a most terrible way to make an impression."

A reformed prostitute she may be, Sugar has no less the ambitious of her autodidact tendencies.

[goldnhand]

Why does Jaime always get stuck with people who object to being called wench augh it's almost like it's irony or something.

Despite himself, Jaime reacts in the customary fashion one would when faced with such overwhelming nostalgia.

"I would think so, yes." He wonders if he should bow or put out his hand or something and what why is he thinking that it's ridiculous stop. "I assume you know who I am, w-... My Lady?"

[crimson_sugar]

Sugar sizes him up, it doesn't take her much time to have a quick sketch of the man in front of her in her mind.

She sees a somewhat lost soldier type, who apparently has some sort of rank which he believes entitles him to recognition, and perhaps did whereever he came from. Newly arrived, though he fancies himself still in his home world, and for some reason, he believes that he can land himself a Sugar, or at the very least, that he can get away with insulting her.

"Miss will do," she replies half-tart, half-amused. "And I have no idea who you are, sir."

[goldnhand]

If Jaime's world were closer to our own, the title 'miss' is not due to be invented for at least another hundred-or-so years. As it's not, who knows, really.

But it will do.

"Miss it is, then." He wonders on the merits of apologizing, put at rather ill ease by the shaky guilt he's found himself waddling in. "Ser Jaime Lannister, Kingslayer, sister to the queen, you know." He shrugs. This is all rather, ah, awkward, now, isn't it.

[crimson_sugar]

She freezes, hard. "Of house Lannister, in Westeros?" Her tone is deadly quiet, her eyes are guarded. Thank god for small mercies, Sophie isn't here - Sophie is with her new father, one who will never leave her, but by all the gods...

A beat, then. "Your brother - Tyrion, is that right?" He didn's speak very highly of you, Jaime.

[goldnhand]

Eyebrows up! Finally, something-- someone-- who makes sense! Maybe this redhead is from Riverrun; if Jaime was not quite certain that Lysa Tully were dead, he'd be half-tempted to ask this woman if she were her.

"Yes, of Casterly Rock, more specifically-- you know Tyrion?" And, here, his excitement is nearly palpatable. Features that had become unaccustomed to smiling are slow to take up the task once more, but it's a near thing, here. "Is he here? Is my brother here?"

He knows, he knows; they did not leave on the best terms. But better Tyrion here than Cersei, or worse. They can make up, maybe, forgive each other, and if anyone knows how to get out of here, it's Tyrion, surely.

[crimson_sugar]

"He was, but I've not seen him in a long time," she replies, amiably enough. "He could have been doing better, when he arrived."

Sugar likes Tyrion well enough, and so she smiles a little more, polite at least for her friend's brother.

"Were you in the Black Cells as well, then?"

[goldnhand]

Jaime's face falls, somewhat resigned at this news. Jaime knew Tyrion was the type to figure out a way home, and there he's already done it and left him And, Jaime has to admit, it's no more than he deserves.

With a sigh, "Yes, he could have." He could have been doing worse, likewise, but Jaime isn't one to bring up his triumphs unnecessarily.

"No, I was not, w-..." It occurs to Jaime that he does not know this woman's name. Oh, well. "M'lady. If I were, I would be in much worse a condition than I am now."

[crimson_sugar]

She nods, attentive to his words. "All for the better, I suppose," she replies calmly. "But forgive me. I am Sugar, of no house in particularly, unless you count Castaway as one."

House of ill repute, that is. And Sugar isn't particularly keen on using her mother's name. That woman was a bitch, after all.

[goldnhand]

At this, Jaime smiles, and it's a notable thing-- this is the first time he's had cause to in a while, even if it was at a jape. If you look, you can almost see the man he once was, before he lost his hand-- a more carefree person, whose natural beauty had an easier time shining through.

"House Castaway is a noble enough house, if somewhat populous from time to time." Mood improved (News of his brother is never a bad thing-- it means Tyrion is not dead, after all), Jaime puts out his left arm for Sugar to hold, if she wishes. "Would you walk with me, M'lady, and tell me more of this place, if you've the time?"

Jaime's mood tends to run cold and hot in turns. But when he can be assed to put his brain before whatever other organ he's using, he can be quite charming.

[crimson_sugar]

Sugar would grumble something about how her mother's 'House' is not noble in any way, and how putting a thirteen year old girl in an old man's bed qualifies as the most despicable thing she can think of. As it is, she slips her arm in Jaime's companionably.

"If you wish, my Lord," she replies with utter politeness, and a small smile, though there's always that little hint of London brogue on her tongue.

If anything, she can gain this Lannister's trust. Then she can have a talk with Robb. Even if being around him is made of complete and extreme awkward, these days.

[goldnhand]

And Jaime would hypothetically agree. He is still somewhat bothered over what happened to Pia, and Pia is... well, not thirteen.

"I am no Lord, M'lady, I gave all chance of that up long ago. Ser would suffice, as I am still a night through some odd cosmic joke."

'Cosmic joke' is a term Jaime heard Tyrion use, once. He said it in reference to himself, but Jaime can think of things better suited for the term, and does, often.

[crimson_sugar]

"As I am not a lady either, then, Sir, I would advice you keep to miss, though perhaps Mrs. Leandros might be more appropriate soon."

Sugar isn't sure about the marriage bit, but she knows about her loyalties, and she feels the need to clarify that she is not available.

She's been loose enough, even if it was the result of an involuntary intoxication.

[goldnhand]

The term 'Miss' has not yet been invented, in Westeros, though Jaime can guess enough at its meaning, and smiles, nodding. The implication within-- that Sugar is specifically letting him know she's accounted for-- misses Jaime completely, largely in part due to the fact that he's still used to everyone knowing he's in the Kingsguard and thus taken a solemn oath of chastity, though equally because he never considered Sugar in such a light. Jaime never considers anyone in such a light, man, woman, married or otherwise... with one notable exception. But the less said about her, the better.

So, instead, Jaime smiles once more, and maybe it looks a little more earnest this time, because his features are becoming accustomed to the act again, when he says, "Mrs Leandros it is, then. Congratulations, in any case; it's good to hear some customs are still observed in this place."