IT HAS SERIOUSLY BEEN SO LONG SINCE I READ THESE BOOKS. I AM INTIMIDATED. NONETHELESS I WILL TRY. But only because I love you. I think I fail, though, and I apologize in advance.
Tyrion always thought--and made no secret of thinking it--that Cersei and Jaime's relationship was a twisted sort of narcissism: that when they looked at each other, they each might as well be looking in a mirror. And Cersei can't deny that part of what she loves about Jaime is seeing what she herself could have been had she not been born a woman: had she been able to fight for power straightforwardly, had she not been hampered by skirts and the conventions of femininity, had she been able to take up a sword. But more than the similarities, it is the differences that have always enthralled her; You're a pair if ever there was one, Tyrion says dryly, but neither he nor anyone else will ever never know the subtleties that mark their distinctions (Jaime's eyes are a shade closer to blue than her own--but no one would ever describe them as anything but green--his heart a degree closer to soft--though everyone knows that the Lannisters have hearts of stone--his mind a fraction closer to dull--though anyone who underestimates either of their sharpness will pay dearly) and it is in those differences that their relationship lives.
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Tyrion always thought--and made no secret of thinking it--that Cersei and Jaime's relationship was a twisted sort of narcissism: that when they looked at each other, they each might as well be looking in a mirror. And Cersei can't deny that part of what she loves about Jaime is seeing what she herself could have been had she not been born a woman: had she been able to fight for power straightforwardly, had she not been hampered by skirts and the conventions of femininity, had she been able to take up a sword. But more than the similarities, it is the differences that have always enthralled her; You're a pair if ever there was one, Tyrion says dryly, but neither he nor anyone else will ever never know the subtleties that mark their distinctions (Jaime's eyes are a shade closer to blue than her own--but no one would ever describe them as anything but green--his heart a degree closer to soft--though everyone knows that the Lannisters have hearts of stone--his mind a fraction closer to dull--though anyone who underestimates either of their sharpness will pay dearly) and it is in those differences that their relationship lives.