A Lion Sleeps Tonight, AC 690

[Flex]

Aurane put an arm around Doreah and held her. He slowly looked from Tynian to his mother and when he slapped her he put a hand on Ty's shoulder.

"Don't. You are not father." He grunted. A long moment later he spoke up again. "We must dispose of him."

[Tynian Lannister]

Tynian grunted with surprise as his mother attacked him and for a brief moment the old Tynian returned as he flashed back to his brutal beating a few days ago which he had not fully recovered from and he grimaced as his injured ribs were crushed under her desperate weight. After that panicked moment though he managed to roll his mother so that he was on top of her. "HE was the Monster! He has made all our lives a living hell for as long as we've ever known. And you?  YOU were just as bad. Always taking his side, always there with the criticism when you should have been our shield!" his fingers tightened on her for a moment as he held her down. "WE WERE JUST KIDS !" he yelled at her, his face level with her own. "WHY DID YOU LET HIM HURT US?"

[Teirney Lannister]

Doreah shrunk away from Winnie, tears springing to her eyes at the woman’s gut-wrenching laments. She looked at Tynian accusingly, but all her expression could convey was guilt and fear. This was not right. Gods! How could this feeble boy be capable of unleashing so much rage and hatred? The body in the shack…no, it was not a body but an assortment of organs and askew limbs that spidered eerily across the floor against a backdrop of blood. If she had known this was what he would do…

Despite her disgust, she reached for Winnie, willing herself to be strong. If they could not pull themselves together, this would go badly for all of them, for her children. The Lannister name would be tarnished with the soil of patricide, and they would receive disdain that was ten-fold of anything Gerion had elicited with his behavior. And there would be worse consequences than didain…

“Winnie,” she grabbed her, tugging her away from her son with trembling hands. “Winnie, you must needs to show strength right now. We need to dispose of this body. Do you understand? We cannot let anyone discover this has happened. We must hide this, now. Can you foresee the consequences?” Her voice was gentle, but firm.

[Flex]

"Quiet, mother," Lord Aurane grunted. "Tynian, we must speak on the morrow, but for now this body has to be removed." He took a deep breath. "Doreah, I want you to give Ty a hand. I am sorry I have to ask this of you but I cannot do it myself."

He then turned to his mother. "I am taking you back to the manse, mother, and then I am going to the castle to inform the Hand that our father has gone missing. Are we all understood?"

He spoke as a lord now, his tone of voice showing how serious he was, but it was not the voice of a command. It was a reasoned request, to his family.

[Tynian Lannister]

Tynian rubbed at his neck, an angry look on his face as he beheld his "mother" though she was about as much a parent to him as poor Gerion had been. He was an idiot to think she would understand and even be grateful at what had happened. She had been given her freedom and she longed for chains. Pathetic. His lip curled as he looked at her in disgust. He looked across to his brother, unreadable as he was. He smiled slightly and tapped his fingers to his head. "As you command, my Lord Lannister" he replied, flicking the bloody signet ring Gerion had worn in his brother's direction, who caught it with one hand.

He turned to Doreah, his face without emotion. "I think somewhere in the Blackwater would be best, in a bag weighted down with rocks? There are several rowboats parked along the shore" he said coldly. She seemed no more pleased than his mother did and he realised that he would forever be marked as a kinslayer. He tried to tell himself that he didn't care but he knew that he would never forget the look on his mother's face or that of his sister-in-law as they discovered what he'd done. Hide it though they might, nothing would ever be the same between any of them again. He had to live with that, and he realised that he could. It was a small price to pay.

[Teirney Lannister]

Doreah nodded slowly to her husband, though there was nothing she wanted to do less than help Tynian throw his father’s revolting remains into the Blackwater. She tried to keep her expression neutral when she turned to regard him, but she could not say with confidence that she was having any success. Her voice, however, was deceivingly even. “Yes, that will do. Well will need a bag to transport…him.” At Gerion’s state, they would have little to fear in the way of someone identifying his corpse, even if it was left to rot under the King’s bed; disposing of him seemed a sick conclusion to this affair.

[Flex]

Aurane gave his wife a smile that was oddly soft. He put the signet ring on and gave Tynian a lingering look before turning towards the horses.

"Come now mother, it is time we go home," He said, before saddling up and riding off.

[Tynian Lannister]

Tynian went to the horse and came back with a large linen bag which he had brought along for the purpose. Luckily, being House Lannister virtually everything their father owned was gold or crimson and this crimson linen bag would hide the blood quite well. He could tell Doreah was less than enthused about helping him so he did the majority of the work, leaving her to only keep watch as he did so. After about half an hour, the remains of Lord Gerion Lannister was gathered. "You're very quiet" he said as he wiped clean his hands, tying off the sack and looking around the shack for any loose...pieces of his father.

[Teirney Lannister]

Doreah shot Tynian a startled glance, so consumed had she been by the wall of silence between them, but she quickly regained herself. She tried not to look at the bloody bag the boy held nonchalantly in his hands, but met his eyes instead, trying to read the coolness in them. "There were other ways to go about this, Tynian. Better ways."

[Tynian Lannister]

Tynian looked across to her with a raised eyebrow and began putting away the bloody knives and tools he'd used earlier that night, giving each a wipe to clean it before he did so. "Other ways certainly. Better ways, perhaps. Some poison in his wine, a 'hunting accident' at home and so on. All would have taken time and would have brought awkward questions as to what had happened. This was messy, but quick and if we do our job properly, no-one will ever know what happened to him" he replied, but in his heart he knew that wasn't the reason at all. The reason had been simple. Revenge. He'd needed to make Gerion hurt as badly as he'd been hurt by him over the years. To see that knowledge in his eyes before it left them forever.

He opened up a wineskin on his waste and began to splash it on the floor and walls of the shack. What was inside was lamp oil, not wine and he wanted this shack and it's blood-stained walls to be destroyed, to seal the secret of what had happened. He led Doreah out and threw the lantern inside, watching it smash and the flames begin to lick and gather strength as they burned.

"Come. Now for the rowing. I hope you don't get seasick" he said lightly.

[Teirney Lannister]

Doreah continued to study him, unconvinced by his explanations. If you wanted to kill a man outright, that was all very well; but the knives Tynian was wiping absentmindedly were not a necessary accessory to that end. That had been for the boy's own sick pleasure, and something she had never anticipated in him. He is only a boy. What has been done to him to foment this?

Doreah shook her head at his question. "Where will you go?" she probed, edging away from the flames that began to writhe from the shack.

[Tynian Lannister]

Tynian picked a random rowboat, dropped the sack in the back and got in. He sat on the seat for a moment and thought before replying to Doreah.
"Anywhere I want I suppose. Casterly Rock is out of the question of course, not that I have any love for the place anyway. I may try the Free Cities, or even further East. I don't think I'll be joining any mercenary companies but I'm sure Aurane will be happy to get me as far away from the Westerlands as possible" he said in a cool voice, without any hint of emotion as he absently discussed his future with as little care as a man would discuss about what kind of shoes he'd wear.

He looked for a long moment at Doreah and continued "I know you don't approve of what happened of what I have done. That is unfortunate. But I do not need your approval, not that of my brother. I did what was necessary, whether you believe me or not and you are now the Lady of Casterly Rock. However that was accomplished you now have the power in your hands to undo some of the neglect and corruption brought in by my father and mother these last 20 years. So when I come back to my homeland one day, I'm hoping you'll have made it a better place" he said, somehow making that sound like a threat.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a corpse to dispose of before I get to sleep" and with that he began to give powerful strokes with the oars, taking the rowboat out into the Blackwater Rush before the other ships and sails rose for their fishing trips in the morning. Eventually, out in the open water, he managed to fill the linen sack with twice enough weight to sink it to the bottom and threw it over with a splash, before making his way home as the cock crowed and the morning sun rose.