Cracks
Tywin saw Jamie was tucked in and asleep with Tyrion's crib not to far away. No Cersei. He left them be meaning to go look for his daughter and instead he found he had walked into another hall entirely. His feet taking him somewhere his mind was not intending. Entering another door entirely. Farfella heard her door open and turned from her vanity as she looked up in the mirror. She was tensed, servants knew better then to just walk in, but then again she thought it might have been Jamie. One could imagine her surprise when it was Tywin Lannister instead. Putting her brush down as she turned and looked to the Lord. She was only in her night dress, her hair fully down. Tywin stood there looking at her feeling numb again like he had when she had been singing to his dead wife and Tyrion. He could see her lips moving as she said something to him but he didn't hear it. Not even as she approached him.
She touched his cheek, her fair fingers warm chasing the cold of his cheeks. Sea blue eyes light with concern. "Tywin," she said softly that he heard her. Blinking to himself. Her fair fingers caught something. Tears. He felt repulsed he had shown her tears or any such kind of emotion. She though wiped them away and fixed his doublet. "You shouldn't wonder like that, you'll catch cold and if I had been naked you would have gotten a right slapping to." She smiled and it got her the result she wanted as he smirked. Tywin hesitated and moved some of her golden locks behind her ear. Her hair was a lot softer then it looked. "Did you mean everything you said at her tomb?" He asked, he needed to know. He knew she wasn't a woman who tolerated lying even herself. She kept her eyes on his, quiet for a moment as he felt the weight of her studying him. "Yes," she answered softly and seriously.
" I won't let them forget her. A lady sacrifices by bringing children into the world to further the line but to also to love them with every breath they are allowed to take in this world even if it kills them." She said softly. Tywin moved and made sure his lips captured hers, pull her flush against him before breaking the kiss with breathless apology. He had had a moment of weakness, a crack in his reserve. Today having left him too raw. Moving to step away and excuse himself she caught his hand. Looking at her, she was flushed in a blush and didn't meet his gaze at first but took something off around her neck to put it in his hand closing it over it. He could feel metal in his hand. Looking at him with a softer serious look, but still kindly in a way she wouldn't have in public. Letting go he excused himself and went to his chambers and closed the door as he looked down at his hand opening it. It was not metal at all it was dragon glass.
Something she had made it seemed, her father said she did like to shape dragon glass. It was a hawk embracing a lion. Yet from another angle it was the lion protecting the hawk. Tywin traced the carved features. Strangely finding a bit of comfort as he did so. He put it down at his desk on his way to the bath the servants had just made ready not moments before he got there. They knew his routine well enough, and since Joanna passed he had become a man of many routines. Busy. Sinking into the hot water his mind spun, thinking of everything from the time she had arrived. He had put up so many shields and walls and yet one month of Farfella's presence nearly and they were all cracked.
He sighted closing his eyes trying not to think of it despite his efforts his mind rebelled and went to the kiss. Remembering the softness of them, the warmth. How lithe her body had felt when he had pulled it flush against his own. He shuddered lightly and felt natural needs threatening to actually form which he forcefully quelled. Opening his green eyes, thinking on how this marriage would work instead. What would his family gain tied to the Ragnars. The king's mind had been getting mad as of late. Three houses were whispering rebellion he was sure of it and he knew the king was probably sure of it himself. With the help from the Ragnar family he could call upon ship aid. Ship with an army could make a man more powerful then a king if he knew how to use it. Arching a brow as he thought of it. He got out of the bath and dried off as he put on something light to wear and went to bed. Sleep evaded him. Thinking of Farfella with Jamie, remembering her wiping his tears opening her arm and letting him decide. Jamie had gone to her arms and clung to her until he had composed himself and she had squeezed his hand which he had returned immediately.
His twins attitudes had changed, but since that moment a bit of Jamie had come back that had shut down. His son had smiled for the first time in a way he hadn't seen in so long. Tyrion was quieter as well. She soothed them. Getting up throwing the covers off he decided to get dressed and go check on them again. He instead found Cersei alone in Jamie's bed asleep. Pillows thrown about. There had been an argument. The crib was empty and the basket gone. He pulled the blanket over Cersei and left to find his sons. Thinking for a moment he decided to chance it going back to Farfella's chambers.
Farfella had been wide awake unable to sleep, she tried in vain yet as she laid there sleep was hard to fathom and obtain, her thoughts not giving her any quarter of mercy as she felt a blush coming on. She had felt nothing but cold indifference from Tywin then slight glimmers of what could have been warmth from him since she got there. Then the tears and look of loss and longing before seeing and feeling them she realized just how he was still grieving and lonely he really was. Trying to play it off so not to make him self conscious she knew then his guard had dropped completely. Why else would he have pounced, kissing her, pulling her so close. He was strong and firm but also very warm. His kiss a bit over powering and the scruff of his just starting beard had tickled her skin. She stared at the ceiling as she thought on it until she had heard her door open yet again.
She didn't think Tywin would come back and without knocking this time. Laying there she instead found Jamie putting Tyrion in the temporary crib she had had the nurse and servants leave the other day. Jamie made to go but stopped hesitating looking back toward her and her bed. Nibbling his bottom lip she pulled the covers he realized she was awake and went to say sorry but instead moved and climbed into her bed. He was hurting after his argument with Cersei. He knew better then to go to his father for any kind of comfort. That made him miss his mother harder but seeing her scoot over a little he climbed in and laid down she pulled he found himself in her arms. She pulled the covers around them and caressed his cheek leaning he could feel her soft lips against his forehead and he shivered. Feeling his eyes stinging he held back his tears but she hummed for him and they fell. She wiped them away and didn't tease or chastise him for them. Feeling warm and for the first time safety. Jamie clung to it as hard as he could like a shield from the rest of the world. Eyes feeling heavy. She sung softly to him one of the songs of her kin and he listened to close his eyes. Her voice wrapped his senses and was far better then any blanket. Feeling numb and heavy but not in a bad way. Jamie fell asleep. Gripping to Farfella a bit she smiled and ran fingers through his golden hair. Kissing the top of his head closing her eyes to rest her cheek against his head. Sleep finally pulling at her as she watched little Tyrion's chest rise and fall in sleep.
Tywin found himself again at Farfella's door and made to knock but stopped. Thinking better of it, what if she was asleep. Tracing the wood he put his hand over the handle and gently eased the door open as he had when the twins were babes and peeked in. Everything still and quiet. He opened it a bit more slipping inside to approach and his suspicions had proved true. Tyrion was by her bedside and Jamie was in her bed in her arms cuddled up. Sleeping very hard, his cheeks still stained by his tears by the reveal by moonlight. He watched them, Farfella was asleep. His children where the crack in her own shields and he knew it, she offered them something he lost. Making him feel a little guilty for being cold. A basic kindness was not weakness they weren't like his father. He approached slowly and watched them before gingerly pulling the covers over them a little carefully. Farfella stirred but didn't wake. He looked at them a moment longer before leaving quietly letting them sleep. Returning to his quarters he caught sight of the Dragon glass pendant she had carved and shaped and found it ironic for her house was the hawk and she had been embracing his son, a lion. It fit and he moved tracing it. Thinking before silently slipping it on under his shirt feeling the weight of it. Going to bed and finally feeling sleep and weariness take him.