They are very few, the things that can grow in Tywin Lannister's shadow, but those that do are stronger for it. There will never be denying the bond the twins share, closer than mere flesh and blood, mirrors upon mirrors of gold, edges, and emeralds, for who would deny the sun? But there is almost as strong a thread that runs, more quietly, between his boys, woven out of smart quips and shared longings and stolen moments; Jaime the one shadow an imp can feel safe under, Tyrion the one man a kingslayer will never need to ask forgiveness from.
The first in a series of unrelated drabbles.