[ highly expensive for a flint, aemond thinks at first, but its utility is outweighed by the gold case and its repeated function. in which case, five silver moons is more than a fair price for such a flint. ]
You are fond of gold, then? And you pay your debts?
You do not have their colours, but you have the manner of a Lannister.
The Lannisters are fair-haired, flaxen gold. Pale of skin, with strong and proud features. Their standard and banner carries a gold roaring lion raised on its hind legs, facing eastwards on a crimson field.
The words of House Lannister is "Hear Me Roar!", but the commonfolk know them better by other words: "A Lannister always pays his debts."
Lord Tyland Lannister is a councilor at my table as Regent, with the office of Master of Ships. His twin brother, Ser Jason, sought to marry my half-sister Rhaenyra, once.
You remind me of him. Jason.
[ this is a very backhanded compliment. aemond is not revising his statement in the meantime. ]
You mislike it, not having power or influence? Do you hold office where you're from?
I'm already the black sheep of my own family. Funny it'd stick with theirs, too.
Rhaenyra - she's with Daemon, right? I'm still trying to keep it all straight. I'm getting the sense Ser Jason didn't live up to everyone's expectations.
[he can read between the lines ok!!! but there's a slight delay in his last response, mostly from trying to parse it out himself.]
I work for the justice department. Senator, President - those titles aren't for me. Neither is the power or the scrutiny that comes with them.
Me? Before this place, I was willing to get my hands dirty so another man could keep his clean. A Senator - a good man, which is rare if not nonexistent when it comes to those in power. All I wanted to do was help him dismantle the bullshit eating away at our government from the inside out. I stayed high enough to collect favors from all the right people, and just under the radar enough not to get a target on my own back.
At the end of the day? I'd like to think it made a difference. But I'm smart enough to realize I was selfish in just putting in my time until I could get the fuck out of there someday when I'm old and have a hell of a lot more wrinkles on this mug - somewhere by the water, where they don't look too closely or give a shit what a man eats, breathes, or fucks when he's alone. Personal freedom at the expense of everyone else.
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You are fond of gold, then? And you pay your debts?
You do not have their colours, but you have the manner of a Lannister.
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[like a father holding inheritance over his head in exchange for an apology - for living his life cautiously but still not straight enough.]
I don't like being in debt to anyone, no. Not just financially, either. Tell me about the Lannisters - what are their colors?
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The words of House Lannister is "Hear Me Roar!", but the commonfolk know them better by other words: "A Lannister always pays his debts."
Lord Tyland Lannister is a councilor at my table as Regent, with the office of Master of Ships. His twin brother, Ser Jason, sought to marry my half-sister Rhaenyra, once.
You remind me of him. Jason.
[ this is a very backhanded compliment. aemond is not revising his statement in the meantime. ]
You mislike it, not having power or influence? Do you hold office where you're from?
tw: lite period appropriate homophobia
Rhaenyra - she's with Daemon, right? I'm still trying to keep it all straight. I'm getting the sense Ser Jason didn't live up to everyone's expectations.
[he can read between the lines ok!!! but there's a slight delay in his last response, mostly from trying to parse it out himself.]
I work for the justice department. Senator, President - those titles aren't for me. Neither is the power or the scrutiny that comes with them.
Me? Before this place, I was willing to get my hands dirty so another man could keep his clean. A Senator - a good man, which is rare if not nonexistent when it comes to those in power. All I wanted to do was help him dismantle the bullshit eating away at our government from the inside out. I stayed high enough to collect favors from all the right people, and just under the radar enough not to get a target on my own back.
At the end of the day? I'd like to think it made a difference. But I'm smart enough to realize I was selfish in just putting in my time until I could get the fuck out of there someday when I'm old and have a hell of a lot more wrinkles on this mug - somewhere by the water, where they don't look too closely or give a shit what a man eats, breathes, or fucks when he's alone. Personal freedom at the expense of everyone else.
That's not what I want anymore.