[ Already this is rare. Jaime is never so busy with his time that he cannot just go and seek Cersei when he contrives a need to talk to her, and yet, her communique alerts her that someone of his floor and room designation is wishing to do just that. ]
Cersei--
[ There's a tension in his voice. Alert. Rare, lately. ]
[ He's lucky she's near the device, although in this instance that is perhaps not so much luck as it is a virtue of its constant residence on the table beside her bed and how infrequently she has left that vicinity since waking from her stasis. (In sleep, she dreams that she is somewhere else, in fields as golden as Myrcella's pleated locks, and when she wakes her hands are empty, but at least in sleep she can reach.)
There is a beat of stillness, however, upon hearing his voice cut the air. ]
Hear what? [ follows sharp in response to the silence returned, stubbornly unfettered. ] You wasting my time with that absurd little mirror?
[ she says in that tone, the one that says she is the authority on everything on this gods-be-damned ship, thank you very much, but there's an undercurrent to it that is not half so settled as she puts on. Jaime Lannister does not rattle.
Gods only know, [ sounds more like him, a little dry, resentful for the landscape of this place as he tries to figure that out. How far has he wandered?
The communique gives off light, but doesn't penetrate shadows. ]
I went to look at the stars. They call it the shuttle bay.
[ Something small tightens in her chest, in her voice, for all that she cannot (could not have, before his hand—) imagine Jaime failing to overcome an obstacles so simple as misdirection. Lost means something different here. ]
They say it's safest to stay where it's lit. [ is said with wry awareness of how seldom the word safe has applied to anything her brother has done, and yet minutely softened, as if she could will it. Be safe, damn it. ]
Might it have been one of the Stark brats? Calling your name. Children are fond of jests.
[ She hates this, this impossible little box, that she can hear his voice as clear as if he were here beside her but no amount of technology can make it so. ]
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sharpasyours) wrote2014-01-25 12:35 pm
voice.
Cersei--
[ There's a tension in his voice. Alert. Rare, lately. ]
Tell me if you can hear that.
[ Beyond his voice, there is nothing. ]
voice.
There is a beat of stillness, however, upon hearing his voice cut the air. ]
Hear what? [ follows sharp in response to the silence returned, stubbornly unfettered. ] You wasting my time with that absurd little mirror?
voice.
[ --sounds vaguely misdirected in its heat, but there's no apology on the back of it. Her time is his to waste, and he is distracted.
By nothing Cersei can hear. ]
I can't see anything, but I can hear-- my name. Being spoken.
voice.
[ she says in that tone, the one that says she is the authority on everything on this gods-be-damned ship, thank you very much, but there's an undercurrent to it that is not half so settled as she puts on. Jaime Lannister does not rattle.
Less cattily, then, ]
Where are you?
voice.
The communique gives off light, but doesn't penetrate shadows. ]
I went to look at the stars. They call it the shuttle bay.
voice.
They say it's safest to stay where it's lit. [ is said with wry awareness of how seldom the word safe has applied to anything her brother has done, and yet minutely softened, as if she could will it. Be safe, damn it. ]
Might it have been one of the Stark brats? Calling your name. Children are fond of jests.
voice.
[ That doesn't sound concrete certain, just dismissal. Certain of what it is not, uncertain of what it is.
But-- ]
Perhaps it is something of that sort. [ Fuck it. He feels at once foolish, but resigned to foolishness already. ] I'll go back the way I--
[ His voice drops away, abruptly. And then the sound of urgent foot steps, pursuit. ]
voice.
[ She hates this, this impossible little box, that she can hear his voice as clear as if he were here beside her but no amount of technology can make it so. ]
What's happening? Are you–
voice.
Only one corrects his course. ]
I have to go.
[ That's it. The line drops dead, and he doesn't pick up again. ]