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And I the elder and more terrible by lilith_morgana (T)
Fandom: A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE
Characters: Tywin Lannister and family.
Length: Approx 30,000 words
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lilith_morgana
Author website: Fic masterlist.
Why this must be read: This is a genuinely excellent, sympathetic but unapologetic character study of Tywin Lannister since childhood, deftly exploring his relationship with his father, his siblings, his wife, his children, and with Aerys, who we know as the Mad King, but Tywin has known since a boy. It ties together the threads of what we learn about the character in the series to make for insightful and compulsive reading.lilith_morgana writes the kind of fic you can just sink into, knowing you’re in the hands of a writer who knows exactly what they’re doing.
I was not being nice, he thinks. I was angry. He is still angry, always angry as of late. Things have changed since Mother died, they have changed and the castle has changed and he can hear it everywhere: the talk of Father's follies, of the liege lords who dare to protest openly, who question Father's orders because he gives them without power. The castle is rife with muted mockery. It seems at times as though the rock itself whispers of how Lord Tytos's whoring is draining the treasury once and for all, of how Lord Tarbeck is borrowing money indefinitely, of how the colours of all the paintings in the Hall of Heroes are fading away because the times for heroes are long past them and all that remains is a house full of cowards and drunkards. He speaks louder and louder, hoping to be heard above it but sometimes all he hears is the waves hitting the rocks below them, singing the song of nothing at all.
“It did not matter,” he says, sighing.
“I thought you were really brave.”
He doesn't know what to say in response to that, so he kicks away a small pebble with his toe. “Lady Tarbeck is an old hag,” he mutters. “She ought to bend the knee for Father.”
“They will bend the knee for you,” Genna says and her voice is full of admiration, but it's not enough to soften him, not tonight.
If they don't bow, I will bring them to their knees, he thinks solemnly, swearing an oath to himself with the images of the feast hall appearing behind his eyes.
His sister looks thoughtful, scraping her feet on the mossy tiles under them. Then she glances at him. “They are laughing at Father, not at you.”
Tywin purses his lips, pressing his teeth together with such a force that his head hurts. “It's the same thing.”
And I the elder and more terrible
Characters: Tywin Lannister and family.
Length: Approx 30,000 words
Author on LJ:
lilith_morganaAuthor website: Fic masterlist.
Why this must be read: This is a genuinely excellent, sympathetic but unapologetic character study of Tywin Lannister since childhood, deftly exploring his relationship with his father, his siblings, his wife, his children, and with Aerys, who we know as the Mad King, but Tywin has known since a boy. It ties together the threads of what we learn about the character in the series to make for insightful and compulsive reading.
lilith_morgana writes the kind of fic you can just sink into, knowing you’re in the hands of a writer who knows exactly what they’re doing. I was not being nice, he thinks. I was angry. He is still angry, always angry as of late. Things have changed since Mother died, they have changed and the castle has changed and he can hear it everywhere: the talk of Father's follies, of the liege lords who dare to protest openly, who question Father's orders because he gives them without power. The castle is rife with muted mockery. It seems at times as though the rock itself whispers of how Lord Tytos's whoring is draining the treasury once and for all, of how Lord Tarbeck is borrowing money indefinitely, of how the colours of all the paintings in the Hall of Heroes are fading away because the times for heroes are long past them and all that remains is a house full of cowards and drunkards. He speaks louder and louder, hoping to be heard above it but sometimes all he hears is the waves hitting the rocks below them, singing the song of nothing at all.
“It did not matter,” he says, sighing.
“I thought you were really brave.”
He doesn't know what to say in response to that, so he kicks away a small pebble with his toe. “Lady Tarbeck is an old hag,” he mutters. “She ought to bend the knee for Father.”
“They will bend the knee for you,” Genna says and her voice is full of admiration, but it's not enough to soften him, not tonight.
If they don't bow, I will bring them to their knees, he thinks solemnly, swearing an oath to himself with the images of the feast hall appearing behind his eyes.
His sister looks thoughtful, scraping her feet on the mossy tiles under them. Then she glances at him. “They are laughing at Father, not at you.”
Tywin purses his lips, pressing his teeth together with such a force that his head hurts. “It's the same thing.”
And I the elder and more terrible