For as long as I can remember I just wanted to do what was right. I guess I’m not quite sure what that is anymore. And I thought I could throw myself back in and follow orders, serve. It’s just not the same.
asoiaf AU fancast: tom wlaschiha as gerion lannister
Old Tytos Lannister’s children are quite a crowd. There’s Tywin, everything his father’s not; Kevan, the loyal suck-up; Tygett, strong and mercurial; Genna, whose age doesn’t stop her from being the most capable of the bunch; then there’s Gerion, the youngest and yet somehow the most unfettered by all this Lannister weight raining down on him. The Laughing Lion’s what they called him from the time he was born. The Lannister legacy was almost a joke to the boy, and he turned out the kind of guy that makes girls swoon and their mothers approve despite his leather jacket and easy smirk. The kind of guy who’s loyal, but only to those who deserve it. The kind of guy who buys kid-size motorcycle helmets for his nieces and nephews so they can ride safely with him up and down his favorite stretch of the Pacific Coast Highway. Even Tywin couldn’t find a way to keep him down.
A few years ago Gerion went. He up and went, leaving behind his bank account, his credit cards, everything but his brand-new Harley. Where’d he go? No one knows. He always loved the idea of adventures as a kid, spinning the globe on Tytos’s desk over and over and jabbing his little fingers into the most out-of-the-way spots. He could be anywhere. Tywin had the cops searching for him day and night, scanning the cliffs of the Pacific Coast Highway for wreckage, for a body, for anything, but they didn’t find squat, and after a while Tywin decided his coin was better off devoted to other matters. No one’s ever heard from Gerion again, but sometimes if you roll down your windows on the highway at night, and the radio’s off and the wind’s just right, you might just hear the sound of Gerion laughing.