( The harshness clinging to his voice causes her to flinch, her eyes squeezing closed as she braces herself for the impact of his words. It is a brief and fleeting movement, easily missed in the blink of an eye as she quickly recomposes herself — remembering that he isn't his brother and it is rare for him to lash out at her in such a way.
A weakness brought by the heat of the moment as his head and senses still clouded, making his judgment poor.
He may not have been dying of a summer fever, but other ailments and dangers could easily take him from her. They may have suffered from her increasing paranoia over the years, but none of it was unfounded or outlandish in her mind. Dangers were lurking everywhere, waiting for the chance to strike, and she would be ready. )
At times, I know that my worrying and affection can be — smothering, but it is out of my love for you that I worry so, Aemond.
( There is hesitance in her step as she closes the distance between them, gently gathering her skirts to sit beside him on the bed.
With a gentle hand, she reaches out, the tips of her fingers gliding over his cheek, just below his scar, before smoothing out his hair as she looks upon his face — a warmth in her eyes and a gentle smile on her lips, though her cheeks still as she begins to sober. )
I will always worry, it is the way of things, but you did nothing to apologize for. I am the one who should be apologizing to you and asking for forgiveness.
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A weakness brought by the heat of the moment as his head and senses still clouded, making his judgment poor.
He may not have been dying of a summer fever, but other ailments and dangers could easily take him from her. They may have suffered from her increasing paranoia over the years, but none of it was unfounded or outlandish in her mind. Dangers were lurking everywhere, waiting for the chance to strike, and she would be ready. )
At times, I know that my worrying and affection can be — smothering, but it is out of my love for you that I worry so, Aemond.
( There is hesitance in her step as she closes the distance between them, gently gathering her skirts to sit beside him on the bed.
With a gentle hand, she reaches out, the tips of her fingers gliding over his cheek, just below his scar, before smoothing out his hair as she looks upon his face — a warmth in her eyes and a gentle smile on her lips, though her cheeks still as she begins to sober. )
I will always worry, it is the way of things, but you did nothing to apologize for. I am the one who should be apologizing to you and asking for forgiveness.