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Fic: {ASoIaF/GoT} Bella Donna (1/1)
Title: Bella Donna
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novindalf
Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones
Characters/Pairings: Cersei, Jaime; Cersei/Jaime; mentions of Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen
Rating/Warnings: T/R; character deaths, suicide
Summary: "Come with me as you always have." Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
gameofships' Valentine's event, Day 1 (see link for prompts)
They stagger into the cave, stumbling over rocks and clinging desperately to one another in exhaustion. She slumps against his shoulder and he half-drags her into the shadows so they can rest, if only for a few moments. The distant roar of dragons grows with each minute, even over their thumping hearts and ragged breaths and muffled tears, and they both know it’s only a matter of time before they can run no more.
They collapse in the furthest corner of the cavern, gasping for breath and shivering against the chill. Their choked wheezes echo horribly amidst the dank stone.
“We cannot keep on like this,” Cersei murmurs, “can we?” She looks to Jaime to disagree, to tell her that there was a way out, but this time he has no gently words to give her.
Instead he wraps his arms around her and draws her against her chest. “Not for long, no.”
“What will they do to us?” She sounds haunted, and more scared than Jaime's ever heard her.
Images flash before his eyes of pyres in the Great Hall, of men cooking in their own armour, excruciating torture, and wildfire banquets. If they would kill even Myrcella and sweet Tommen for their parents’ sins… He holds her tighter still. “I don’t know,” he says.
She can feel the flicker in his pulse, knows all too well that he’s lying, and why. “There is one thing we could do,” she says feverishly. “One place where we can go where we need never be apart, where nothing they could do would separate us.” She turns in his arms and looks at him desperately. “We could be with our children.”
Jaime brushes aside his thoughts that they are – were – her children, not his; that doesn’t help anyone now.
“Cersei-”
“Please,” she implores. “Please don’t let them take us alive.” She reaches into a deep pocket of her tattered gown, and draws out a small phial wrapped in linen. How the glass is still intact is beyond him – then it strikes him what Cersei is holding. The sweet purple liquid, the swift and silent killer. The weapon of women.
She unstoppers the bottle and swallows half its contents before he can even try to stop her, and all he can do is catch her when her body gives out underneath her.
“Come with me,” she whispers through gurgling chokes. “Come with me as you always have.”
He cradles her in his arms until the convulsions finally finish, and her eyes flutter closed. He could run now, try to get away, take his chances and flee, but where would he go if not after her? They came into this world together, him clutching at her heel, and he has always followed wherever she has led.
The other half of the phial slides down his throat like sweet wine, and he can taste it on Cersei’s lips when he kisses her.
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novindalfFandom: A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones
Characters/Pairings: Cersei, Jaime; Cersei/Jaime; mentions of Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen
Rating/Warnings: T/R; character deaths, suicide
Summary: "Come with me as you always have." Written for
gameofships' Valentine's event, Day 1 (see link for prompts)They stagger into the cave, stumbling over rocks and clinging desperately to one another in exhaustion. She slumps against his shoulder and he half-drags her into the shadows so they can rest, if only for a few moments. The distant roar of dragons grows with each minute, even over their thumping hearts and ragged breaths and muffled tears, and they both know it’s only a matter of time before they can run no more.
They collapse in the furthest corner of the cavern, gasping for breath and shivering against the chill. Their choked wheezes echo horribly amidst the dank stone.
“We cannot keep on like this,” Cersei murmurs, “can we?” She looks to Jaime to disagree, to tell her that there was a way out, but this time he has no gently words to give her.
Instead he wraps his arms around her and draws her against her chest. “Not for long, no.”
“What will they do to us?” She sounds haunted, and more scared than Jaime's ever heard her.
Images flash before his eyes of pyres in the Great Hall, of men cooking in their own armour, excruciating torture, and wildfire banquets. If they would kill even Myrcella and sweet Tommen for their parents’ sins… He holds her tighter still. “I don’t know,” he says.
She can feel the flicker in his pulse, knows all too well that he’s lying, and why. “There is one thing we could do,” she says feverishly. “One place where we can go where we need never be apart, where nothing they could do would separate us.” She turns in his arms and looks at him desperately. “We could be with our children.”
Jaime brushes aside his thoughts that they are – were – her children, not his; that doesn’t help anyone now.
“Cersei-”
“Please,” she implores. “Please don’t let them take us alive.” She reaches into a deep pocket of her tattered gown, and draws out a small phial wrapped in linen. How the glass is still intact is beyond him – then it strikes him what Cersei is holding. The sweet purple liquid, the swift and silent killer. The weapon of women.
She unstoppers the bottle and swallows half its contents before he can even try to stop her, and all he can do is catch her when her body gives out underneath her.
“Come with me,” she whispers through gurgling chokes. “Come with me as you always have.”
He cradles her in his arms until the convulsions finally finish, and her eyes flutter closed. He could run now, try to get away, take his chances and flee, but where would he go if not after her? They came into this world together, him clutching at her heel, and he has always followed wherever she has led.
The other half of the phial slides down his throat like sweet wine, and he can taste it on Cersei’s lips when he kisses her.