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I was digging through my hallway closest looking for my grandfather's old clothing. I knew that I couldn't have... Lord Tywin walking around in his current getup. That in itself would bring too many wandering eyes. I finally found the box in the back and pulled it out.
It had been several hours and Tywin seemed to have inspected my apartment from top to bottom. I didn't mind, I was still shocked to have the man in my apartment. I didn't understand why I was taking this so calmly. I should have been freaking out to have such an astounding actor in my home, but I wasn't.
Finally I found the box I was looking for and pulled it forth. I smiled softly, remembering how my grandfather wore this all the time before he passed away. A cream colored turtle neck sweater and his old fashioned dark blue jeans.
Don't ask why I still kept them, I just did.
"Lord Tywin, I think these might fit."
I called out walking back into the livingroom with the box in my arms. Tywin had been seated on my small arm chair that I had for reading. He looked over at me seeing the box in my arms.
"Tell me, girl, why are you being so kind?"
"The name is Emma."
I told him quickly as I brushed back some of my short blonde hair behind my ear. I opened the top as I had placed the box on the coffee table. I pulled out the clothing and showed it to him.
He was looking at me, not the clothing. His eyes again were on me and not what it was I was trying to give him. The room was silent but for me it wasn't awkward. I myself was already an awkward young woman and in all honesty, Tywin seemed to notice.
"Your people dress in a very odd manner. Is it custom for both men and women to wear the same clothing?"
His expression was stoic I couldn't tell from the tone of his voice if he was just being sarcastic or serious.
"Sometimes. Men and women are equals here. We're allowed to wear anything a man wants same as a man can wear anything a woman wants."
"Men in women's clothing!"
Tywin snorted and stood from the chair. He walked forward and looked the sweater over more throughly in my hands.
"Yes, I suppose those will have to do won't they?"
I handed them to him. He was rather rude but I honestly tried not to take it seriously. Charles was really acting like Tywin and I didn't know if it was because he had hit his head or... was there a comiccon around close somewhere?
Either way I smiled at him and handed him the pants as well.
"Sorry I don't have any shoes, but I doubt they'd fit anyway. You'll just have to use your boots till we can figure something out."
I told him as he walked back toward my bedroom he had inspected earlier.
Nothing too great. Just a queen bed, closest and dresser. There were some little needy nicknacks here and there but nothing he'd care about.
That was until I remembered something very important hanging on my wall in the corner of my room. I cursed under my breath when I heard the door shut. I glanced over my shoulder. Surely he'd see it hanging on the wall and I'd be embarrased by it.
I sighed deeply and waited for Tywin to return from the bedroom. When he came out I had to admit he looked damn good in the sweater and blue jeans. I looked up at him and smiled softly.
"You look good."
I told him. He didn't say anything merely arching a brow as he just merely looked himself over, adjusting the sleeves of the sweater.
"Yes, I suppose I do."
He said as he finished up and looked back at me.
"Tell me, why you have my house banner in your chambers?"
I just looked at him and he looked at me. My smile turned small onto my lips as my heart stopped.
