Jaime and Bäahal : The colour purple
A/N: I love them, okay, I love my babies.
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He was the colour red. It was the colour of power, the Red of the Lannisters.
It was a colour of conquest, of determination and strength.
The colour of blood, the very blood that soaked his hands.
The colour of countless lives lost to his sword, To the devouring ambition of his father
To the loss of mind of his king, the very one he swore to protect even from himself.
He was the colour red, strong, violent, passionate, devastating.
He was the colour of the end, the colour which brought destruction and fear.
Jaime knew that his desire to protect those he loved would doom him to a life of misery.
Each and every decision he took always led to regret and destruction.
The Mad King's death caused the destruction of his hard-earned reputation. The loss of respect.
His relationship with Cersei made him miserable, broke him little by little, tainted his heart black.
He who was taught to be proud of this vibrant red colour they adorned, came to resent it.
At the end of the « Last War. » Jaime rejected the colour for a while as shame and guilt triumphed.
And darkness swallowed him whole....Until she came back into his life.
Jaime used to respect the colour purple. He did so when he was younger, or a serving Hand,
Purple was the colour of Kings, of otherworldly kings and queens who shaped Westeros as it was.
Cersei dreamed of the Crowned Prince, Jaime knew he couldn't compare to Rhaegar, but didn't care
Purple, was flamboyant, mythical and eerie. Purple was shrouded with mystery and Magic.
Purple was beautiful yet sinister, as those with silver hair and purple eyes were unpredictable.
Robert Baratheon would consider them to be dangerous freaks, blood-thirsty monsters
And they were ruthless, they didn't forgive those who opposed them so purple was also, strength.
Jaime despised it, when he had to stop the Mad King for killing his own people, Jaime hated purple.
He would see Evil in it, he would see anger and hatred, he would see emptiness and loneliness.
The colour was cold and so were its people so when they all « died », Jaime ignored the colour.
He forgot about it, long enough to be surprised when the Queen from the South arose.
Then purple became « Danger. ». Purple was to be eliminated, it re-opened old wounds.
The long night made him change his mind, for he respected the young queen and he met her.
The young, naive, warm purple princess who shattered without his knowledge his cold heart.
Purple became tender, playful, surprising. He never really knew how to anticipate the princess.
She always had a knack at appearing out of nowhere and say things that weren't expected.
She was young, and yet very resilient, she was innocent and yet had seen the horrors of this world.
She was warm...Her purple was soft, concerned and generous; She cared for others, she loved.
Oh, it was The colour of love, of a love so great she wanted to forget about herself to protect others.
It was the colour of a woman who abandoned everything just so she could find the love of her life.
And she brought him back to life.
She brought him back to the colour Red.
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