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Joscelin hadn't taken their father's announcement well. He hadn't argued- that would have resulted in being punished- but he had been very quiet since then, and had spent most of the time in his room. Of course the marriage wouldn't be finalized for quite some time yet, but the thought of only having a few more months- at most a year- to spend with Jaime was hard. He didn't want to leave his older brother.
massive fucking trigger warnings
May. 3rd, 2012 10:23 pm[Jaime may be in England and unable to enjoy this personally with him, but Joscelin sees no reason not to call him and let him live vicariously.]
Joscelin was beginning to appreciate his room more than ever. Over the months he'd dwelt with the Lannister family, guarding Cersei, he'd begun to experience a great deal of confusion. The way the twins treated him- friendly, but... too friendly. As though they wanted something from him, something his vows forbade him.
His room, as small and plain as it was, provided him a refuge from the whirl of thoughts and emotions that confronted him around the twins. He could meditate or read, and distract himself from the ache of desire that had started to pierce him whenever they were near.
His room, as small and plain as it was, provided him a refuge from the whirl of thoughts and emotions that confronted him around the twins. He could meditate or read, and distract himself from the ache of desire that had started to pierce him whenever they were near.
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Apr. 8th, 2012 11:46 pmIt was a quiet night. Joscelin wasn't expecting results- the Skalds had mostly gone to ground since three of their higher-level members had turned up brutally murdered. He'd planned to stay home, but an hour of pacing his shitty third-floor walk-up had turned into him grabbing his jacket and his knives and going somewhere, anywhere to do something useful.
He'd ended up at the Giant, a place on the fringes of Skald territory. It was a shitty gay bar with a shittier clientele, but a few of the gangmembers were seen there from time to time. With long sleeves, his own identifying tattoos weren't obvious, so he just sat at the bar and nursed a drink, waiting for his prey.
He'd ended up at the Giant, a place on the fringes of Skald territory. It was a shitty gay bar with a shittier clientele, but a few of the gangmembers were seen there from time to time. With long sleeves, his own identifying tattoos weren't obvious, so he just sat at the bar and nursed a drink, waiting for his prey.
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Apr. 1st, 2012 01:22 amJoscelin's parents hadn't asked too many questions when Joscelin told them that he wanted to spend the night of his birthday at Jaime's. Jaime was his big brother- and they were proud of how close their sons were. He'd scheduled his party for the next evening, anyway, claiming that since it was Saturday, more of his friends could come.
After school on that Friday, then, he headed over to his brother's. He wasn't really nervous- more anticipatory. Jaime had promised him that if he still wanted to, they could have sex when he was sixteen. Well, he was sixteen, and he did.
He'd be waiting when Jaime got home.
After school on that Friday, then, he headed over to his brother's. He wasn't really nervous- more anticipatory. Jaime had promised him that if he still wanted to, they could have sex when he was sixteen. Well, he was sixteen, and he did.
He'd be waiting when Jaime got home.
Stop molesting me with your laser sight.
