Life in modern motion
By NotEvenAProperWord
Disclaimer : I don't own asoiaf nor got (otherwise Shireen, Myrcella and Sansa would rule with Genna as an advisor and the Starks would be happy)
Galaxy Quest
"–by the suns of Worvan, you shall be avenged !"
Laughter follows this rather stupid interjection. The second she enters, the faint yet enticing scent of pizza charms Genna's nostrils; Tywin is not home. She catches the laughs too; from childlike to deep roars. She goes straight to her room, takes off her coat and follows the smell of take-outs to the living-room. Pizzas and various bottles of soda travel from hand to hand with utmost care, it's almost religious. Jaime sits between Tyrion and Tommen on the couch. Myrcella is on the floor with Shireen, Walder and the twins, Martyn and Willem. Lancel has claimed one of the armchairs and looks bored out of his mind. Tion is in the other, Janei on his lap.
The film, displayed on the wide television screen, which Tywin barely uses and only bought because the children led a well thought and convincing case, engrosses all.
Genna steps in the room carefully, quietly – the type of entrance she does not often make. She slides, unnoticed, between the armchair and the sofa. Here, she finds room to sit. She tries not to break the tranquillity of the moment. Quite naturally, Tommen finishes snuggled at her side. She strokes his blonde hair gently, remembering Gerion when he was little and Tyrion too. Jaime did sleep cuddled against her once or twice but he was either very sick or separated from Cersei. She turns her head to Jaime, who has half a slice of pizza in his mouth; he smiles in return. She wants to laugh but Tion shots her a daring look. It reminds her of Tywin.
The door opens behind her and she sees him entering. Tywin's face hardens, he opens his mouth to speak.
"Two more pizzas coming!" Eighteen-year-old Tyrek calls as he barges into the room, followed closely by Joy, just behind Tywin. "Hi uncle Tywin."
The room freezes, fourteen pairs of eyes stare at Tywin. On the screen, Alan Rickman looks serious and roars, his voice like thunder:
"By the suns of Worvan, you shall be avenged!"