oh, you said life was much better than this
It's an odd sensation, not feeling fear or anger or love in the way that most creatures do. Lannister has mostly muted his emotions unintentionally, having never learned how exactly to regulate them. When he first arrived in Beqanna, every single feeling nearly killed him. He had no control of himself, from his actions to his thoughts. When Lan felt as if he could no longer take it, when his dreams were his only respite, he swore he would never let his emotions control him ever again. Of course, he took that thought to an extreme; but what can one expect from a man raised almost entirely isolated?
Though Lannister does feel a small, genuine warmth when Beyza smiles at him. A heat he doesn't quite mind, one pleasant and mild enough that he allows it to burn in the pit of his chest. He smiles widely back at her, gray eyes crinkling with pleasure. A cool breeze ruffles and lifts Lan's mane, so he shakes it out with, "Paradise is subjective, yes?" That's one of the most important things Lannister has learned from dream-hopping: everything - he means absolutely everything - is subjective within another mind. The color blue of the sky, the vibrant smell of summer, the simple concept of sharing to the complex thought of death. Everything is able to be perceived differently.
Perhaps that is why he does not allow himself his own emotions: Lannister cannot find his own truth. At least with Beyza, he has found a truth in the comfort of a friend.
"Dreaming," he answers smoothly, mouth twisting into a sly grin. "My own dreams and everyone else's, too," he adds as an afterthought, gaze straying to the brilliant sky above.
"Do you often dream, Beyza?" he asks, his curiosity on the cusp of genuine. "I can create whole worlds out of dreams."
Though Lannister does feel a small, genuine warmth when Beyza smiles at him. A heat he doesn't quite mind, one pleasant and mild enough that he allows it to burn in the pit of his chest. He smiles widely back at her, gray eyes crinkling with pleasure. A cool breeze ruffles and lifts Lan's mane, so he shakes it out with, "Paradise is subjective, yes?" That's one of the most important things Lannister has learned from dream-hopping: everything - he means absolutely everything - is subjective within another mind. The color blue of the sky, the vibrant smell of summer, the simple concept of sharing to the complex thought of death. Everything is able to be perceived differently.
Perhaps that is why he does not allow himself his own emotions: Lannister cannot find his own truth. At least with Beyza, he has found a truth in the comfort of a friend.
"Dreaming," he answers smoothly, mouth twisting into a sly grin. "My own dreams and everyone else's, too," he adds as an afterthought, gaze straying to the brilliant sky above.
"Do you often dream, Beyza?" he asks, his curiosity on the cusp of genuine. "I can create whole worlds out of dreams."
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