Kiss With A Fist

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terratic:

[image: a young, smirking Cersei Lannister holding a red Lannister shield and a sword. “Father! Father! Watch! I beat Jaime!”]

evenstars:

WEIRD MATERNAL ALL CONSUMING LOVE FOR CERSEI LANNISTER AND HER FEELS OF SADNESS FOR BEING BORN A LADY 5EVER

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Cersei paced her cell, restless as the caged lions that had lived in the bowels of Casterly Rock when she was a girl, a legacy of her grandfather’s time. She and Jaime used to dare each other to climb into their cage, and once she worked up enough courage to slip her hand between two bars and touch one of the great tawny beasts. She was always bolder than her brother. The lion had turned his head to stare at her with huge golden eyes. Then he licked her fingers. His tongue was as rough as a rasp, but even so she would not pull her hand back, not until Jaime took her by the shoulders and yanked her away from the cage.
 
“Your turn,” she told him afterward. “Pull his mane, I dare you.”
 
He never did. I should have had the sword, not him.

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thebookpenguin:

FAVOURITE ASOIAF CHARACTERS: Cersei Lannister

“When we were little, Jaime and I were so much alike that even our lord father could not tell us apart. Sometimes as a lark we would dress in each other’s clothes and spend a whole day as the other. Yet even so, when Jaime was given his first sword, there was none for me. ‘What do I get?’ I remember asking. We were so much alike, I could never understand why they treated us so differently. Jaime learned to fight with a sword and lance and mace, while I was taught to smile and sing and please. He was heir to Casterly Rock, while I was to be sold to some stranger like a horse, to be ridden whenever my new owner liked, beaten whenever he liked, and cast aside in time for a younger filly. Jaime’s lot was to be glory and power, while mine was birth and moonblood.”