Roses Are Red, Weddings Are Too...Valentine's Day 4

[just_a_dram]

Happy Valentine's Day, fangirls and fanboys. Choose your poison prompt:

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The Last Page, Cersei/Jaime with a hint of Cersei/Sansa and Jaime/Sansa, M, character death

[lokiyan]

They were pounding at the gates of the keep and Tommen, her sweet boy, laid rigid against her breast. So this is how it ends, Cersei thought idly as she stroke the golden head of hair with one hand and held him to her with the other. She placed a kiss on the cold forehead and rested her cheek there. She loved her children, not even her horrible dwarf brother could deny that, and she waited for him to burst through the door, carried by his mangled legs, to fulfill the prophecy and choke the life from her

Re: The Last Page, Cersei/Jaime with a hint of Cersei/Sansa and Jaime/Sansa, M, character death

[lokiyan]

Yesssss. I was thinking of the quote "I'll expect you to suffer a bit of humiliation. I did." Cersei is such a complicated and interesting character and I feel like people are so quick to write her off as pure evil.

Re: The Last Page, Cersei/Jaime with a hint of Cersei/Sansa and Jaime/Sansa, M, character death

[just_a_dram]

Your Cersei is purrrrfect. I love, love, love when she's written really well like this. So perfect. I'll never get tired of reading various accounts of their mutual death, even though it kills me.

Arbor Gold, Cersei/Jaime/Sansa, T, kissing

[pinkimartini]

He stared down at her delicate hands, soft and smooth they had never known a day’s work. His eyes trailed up her arm exposed and the thin print shift that was carelessly tossed over her. His dear sister was always one for heavy gowns but when night came, she opted for shifts that were sheer, he teased her breasts through the fabric then dropped when he felt the familiar tightening in his pants. He kneeled down and pulled it from her face then paused

Re: Arbor Gold, Cersei/Jaime/Sansa, T, kissing

[just_a_dram]

Cersei and Jaime make me sad. They're games are so destructive. I love that Tywin finds them. I often wonder how much he knew and how much he lied to himself about it.

Re: Arbor Gold, Cersei/Jaime/Sansa, T, kissing

[pinkimartini]

Tywin had to know what was going on (one child that looked like a Lannister could be ignored but three? It was obvious what was going on). I imagine Cersei and Jaime played tons of games when they were younger.

Blood and wine, Barbrey/Roose, R, dub-con, character death

[sternflammenden]

She pours glass after glass of the wine, watching in amusement as her hands gradually lose their steadiness, as she grows careless and allows the Dornish Red, so rare here in the north, to spill over the rim of her cup and puddle on the floor. It’s not from her cellars, but her goodbrother’s, so the waste does not trouble her as much. Once she would have been cautious, out of respect for her sister, but the time has passed for such courtesies. She no longer can claim such a relation

Re: Blood and wine, Barbrey/Roose, R, dub-con, character death

[embossedsilver]

This is wonderfully evocative. You really gets a sense of her numbness, and the desire to feel something.

Re: Blood and wine, Barbrey/Roose, R, dub-con, character death

[sternflammenden]

Thank you- I have to admit, I've been wanting to write this scenario for a long time.

Re: Blood and wine, Barbrey/Roose, R, dub-con, character death

[just_a_dram]

no word of censure on those terrible thin lips, just a clinical regard on an otherwise blank face

What a perfect description of Roose. You've nailed it.

And I love the connection here between blood and wine.

Re: Changeling, Jaime/Sansa (Jaime/Cersei), M

[lokiyan]

I loved this - so sad and twisted and sick for them both.

Re: Changeling, Jaime/Sansa (Jaime/Cersei), M

[just_a_dram]

I have a thing for broken!Jaime/Sansa, especially when he can't stop thinking of Cersei and comparing them. This is lovely and sad.

Practice (Part 1), Sansa/Petyr, PG

[embossedsilver]

“Take a sip and tell me what you think of it,” she asks, her voice light but clearly well practiced. There’s a breeziness, a sense of familiarity to her words and actions that Petyr has long since become comfortable with, which only means that he notices quickly whenever something is amiss, and the stilted nature of her tone gives him pause. The light of the dinning hall is dim-with candles having become a bit of a luxury in the hard winter, the only light they could now afford came from the massive fire whose main function was warmth-but he can clearly see Sansa’s eyes, shinning whenever she sneaks a glance in his direction. She’s alert and cautious, just as he taught her to always be, but it all seems a bit too heightened tonight. Something’s just slightly off in the way she looks at him; something is clearly amiss

Practice (Part 2), Sansa/Petyr, PG

[embossedsilver]

She turns, raises her goblet in toast. Petyr lets his fall to the floor. It clatters across the stones, staining them blood red, but he only notices this out of the corner of his eye. He’s watching her, noting the way her face tightens, then relaxes-relief

Re: Practice (Part 2), Sansa/Petyr, PG

[sternflammenden]

I think what I love most about this is how Petyr is not offended by the attempt, but is detached enough to see it as a teaching moment, and how it only encourages Sansa. Once again, I always love how you write them. There's something so elegant and chilling about this.

Re: Practice (Part 2), Sansa/Petyr, PG

[embossedsilver]

I have to think, if she does end up killing him, he'd be proud because it says so much about his own skill as a teacher.

Glad you liked it!