09-09-2021, 05:01 PM
oh, you said life was much better than this
Just as Aela is self-made into something hungry and bewildering, so is Lannister. Though their hands molded differently, wielded differently, and ravaged differently—they were similar in more ways than their shared blood. The contempt and anger on the dream-weaver’s face is borne from the world he learned he could change with a simple whim. He now bore his power not only with condescension, but with the care of a precious jewel.
It breathed life into his withering skin just when he thought Beqanna would tear him apart. It fed the gnawing, gnashing, starving creature that thrashes restlessly in his chest. It gave everything to him—everything.
“Foolish,” Lannister answers with a laugh, lifting his haughty head and sneering in such a way that bared all his sharpened teeth. He has never met another so bold—never encountered one that might be too confident for their own good. She certainly underestimated what he could do to her in her dreams. Lan’s hide quivers with excitement, the thought of striking her down for spitting so carelessly at him. He can barely contain the magic seeping from his skin.
But his quick planning is interrupted by the sudden appearance of Tephra. Lannister throws his head back, watching as the horizon sprouts around them. The wine-stained stallion merely sighs as he watches the lava flow down Tephra’s peak.
He looks back at Aela and answers in a tone that clearly says you’re an idiot, “No, you did.” Then, with the blink of an eye, he asks the lava to harden into rock. It complies with mild resistance, the same kind of resistance most minds give when he tries to change their creations, slowly blinking out the light that once brightened the dark sky. Lava still flowed from the volcano’s peak, but Lannister didn’t bother himself with stopping it. He then asks for the moon, croons sweet songs to the dream-realm so that it might answer him easier. The sky brightens as a full moon illuminates the Tephran soil the pair now stand upon.
“I did that, though. You're dreaming,” he says once he can see Aela's face fully.
It breathed life into his withering skin just when he thought Beqanna would tear him apart. It fed the gnawing, gnashing, starving creature that thrashes restlessly in his chest. It gave everything to him—everything.
“Foolish,” Lannister answers with a laugh, lifting his haughty head and sneering in such a way that bared all his sharpened teeth. He has never met another so bold—never encountered one that might be too confident for their own good. She certainly underestimated what he could do to her in her dreams. Lan’s hide quivers with excitement, the thought of striking her down for spitting so carelessly at him. He can barely contain the magic seeping from his skin.
But his quick planning is interrupted by the sudden appearance of Tephra. Lannister throws his head back, watching as the horizon sprouts around them. The wine-stained stallion merely sighs as he watches the lava flow down Tephra’s peak.
He looks back at Aela and answers in a tone that clearly says you’re an idiot, “No, you did.” Then, with the blink of an eye, he asks the lava to harden into rock. It complies with mild resistance, the same kind of resistance most minds give when he tries to change their creations, slowly blinking out the light that once brightened the dark sky. Lava still flowed from the volcano’s peak, but Lannister didn’t bother himself with stopping it. He then asks for the moon, croons sweet songs to the dream-realm so that it might answer him easier. The sky brightens as a full moon illuminates the Tephran soil the pair now stand upon.
“I did that, though. You're dreaming,” he says once he can see Aela's face fully.
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