[closed]
Who:Jaime and Lia!
When: Wednesday afternoon!
Where: FLOWER SHOP! WHERE LIA WORKS! YEAH!
Format: Action? IDK I FORGOT TO ASK, I'M USING ACTION TO SETUP, I'LL TAKE YOUR CUE AFTERWARDS.
What: Jaime has this date, y'see. And dates mean flowers or something. Someone told him that once.
Warnings: ...idek.
[Occasionally, Jaime considers the possibility that he ought to have become a Septon.]
[No, not really.]
[But sometimes he gets close enough to the possibility to make a joke about how it could have been a possibility. And it probably isn't surprising that, inevitably, these moments revolve around women. For example, Cersei, Jaime's sister - quite capable of driving him to distraction in every conceivable way... and just as capable of breaking his heart. And then Teresa - beautiful, intelligent, capable and dead the way all women who swing a blade around inevitably end.]
[Perhaps that was the logic that led him to spend 200 ivories on the comely miss Gwen. Or whatever her name is. Gwen-something. Gwen-eveer?]
[Well whatever her name is, he bought her night, and so he intends to use it, and in the interests of being a reasonable date, he finds himself perusing flowers. And not knowing what in the world he's looking at.]
[Of all the times to find oneself outside spitting distance of a Tyrell.]
When: Wednesday afternoon!
Where: FLOWER SHOP! WHERE LIA WORKS! YEAH!
Format: Action? IDK I FORGOT TO ASK, I'M USING ACTION TO SETUP, I'LL TAKE YOUR CUE AFTERWARDS.
What: Jaime has this date, y'see. And dates mean flowers or something. Someone told him that once.
Warnings: ...idek.
[Occasionally, Jaime considers the possibility that he ought to have become a Septon.]
[No, not really.]
[But sometimes he gets close enough to the possibility to make a joke about how it could have been a possibility. And it probably isn't surprising that, inevitably, these moments revolve around women. For example, Cersei, Jaime's sister - quite capable of driving him to distraction in every conceivable way... and just as capable of breaking his heart. And then Teresa - beautiful, intelligent, capable and dead the way all women who swing a blade around inevitably end.]
[Perhaps that was the logic that led him to spend 200 ivories on the comely miss Gwen. Or whatever her name is. Gwen-something. Gwen-eveer?]
[Well whatever her name is, he bought her night, and so he intends to use it, and in the interests of being a reasonable date, he finds himself perusing flowers. And not knowing what in the world he's looking at.]
[Of all the times to find oneself outside spitting distance of a Tyrell.]