This chapter was written as part of the Facebook challenge "Sur Votre 31":
- Invite : ''Two''.
- Number of words: From 100 to 1000 words.
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Jaime and Cersei have always been destined to be one.
If they were two, it was only because of a whim of fate.
Only at birth, they were bound together. Jaime was born, holding Cersei's foot, clinging to her as if she was the only one who would allow him to live.
They had been bound before that. Why else would they have been in the same womb together?
This had continued after they were born.
When they were babies, it was almost impossible to tell them apart. Even their own father didn't know who Jaime was and who Cersei was.
Already at that age, they had refused to be separated, screaming as soon as they were put in two different cradles, and seemed to snuggle together when they were together.
Then, as children, it hadn't been easier to recognize them. They were identical, with their gold curls and emerald eyes.
They always played the same games together. They always slept together, in the same bed curled up like two lion cubs. They were one.
But they had grown up. A sword had been put in Jaime's hands, a needle in Cersei's.
They hadn't understood.
Why were they treated so differently when they were so much alike?
From that moment on, the world stopped treating them as one, but two.
It was silly. They were one person, one soul, and they knew it.
Why was the rest of the world too blind to see it?
And things had continued to change as the years went by.
When they were little, to show that they were one person, they often swapped places, Jaime putting on Cersei's clothes, and vice versa, pretending to be each other.
Now that they had grown up, they had found another way to become one.
They had taken it slow at first. Jaime had always been gentle and kind to Cersei, and he always would be. He didn't want to harm her in any way, ever.
It had hurt Cersei a little at first, but the feeling of fullness and wholeness that had flowed through their veins was worth all the pain in the world.
There were no longer two of them.
They were one.
They had enjoyed the still unknown feeling so much that it gave them the feeling that they had started again, and that it had become a habit.
But the years had gone by, and they had been torn from each other, many times, like a flower with its petals torn off.
They had been split in two again.
Cersei had first had to go to King's Landing, and when Jaime finally reached her, when they could finally feel whole, Cersei had to leave again, because of the war raging in the kingdom.
When Jaime had killed the Mad King, and sat on the Iron Throne, he thought that he and Cersei could once again become one, for all eternity and for all to see. But that was before Eddard Stark came into the room with his men and forced him down.
Cersei had had to marry Robert Baratheon, had been forced by their father to become one with him, whereas it was with Jaime that she should have stood in the Great Sept of Baelor.
But never mind.
Cersei's marriage could not prevent them from being together, and becoming one, as they were meant to be.
Nothing and no one.
From their union were born three children, all with blond manes and green irises.
They, in turn, had grown up.
Jaime had always wondered if one of his two sons had the same relationship with his daughter as he had with Cersei.
If so, if he could have done something about it, he would never have stopped them.
After all, he knew only too well the happiness it brought.
But Joffrey was dead.
And because of him, because of his selfish desires, he and Cersei had split in two more violently than they had ever been.
Because of him.
Cersei had told him many times that she had forgiven him, but he would never forgive himself.
And Myrcella and Tommen were dead.
But that, unlike Joffrey's death, had brought them together, had filled the cracks.
They had found each other again, they had healed each other's wounds.
And just when Jaime thought they were going to to tip over again, that they were going to move apart again, the miracle had happened.
Cersei was pregnant.
As soon as she told him, Jaime tried to take care of her as much as possible. To be even sweeter, to be even nicer to her than usual.
When they went to bed, he held her close to him, placing a loving and protective hand on her abdomen where life was growing again.
A new little lion cub.
A new way of being one.
They didn't know yet that they would be on the verge of tearing each other apart again. But they would still love each other with all their hearts, as they had always done. After all, we don't choose who we love.
They didn't know that Jaime would go north to fight alongside their enemies just so they could become one with Cersei and their little one for all eternity.
But he was going to come back, just like he had always done. If there weren't two of them, how could Jaime let Cersei die alone? How could she die without him when she had promised him that they would both leave the world, just as they had both entered it, as one person?
In a way, they were going to be one for all eternity. Jaime would die in Cersei's arms, Cersei would die in Jaime's arms, together.
As they had always been.
Impossible to tell where one of them stopped and the other began.
One soul. One heart. One person.
One.
Not two.
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