[ She shifts and he accommodates. Caring little for the squelch of stickiness trapped between them. Every movement feels like weights are tied to his wrists. Chin tipping back to allow her to tuck herself there. The sweat on his neck beginning to cool. Rarely ever has he felt so...at peace. Though never so drunken.
It is half expected that she might shuffle him off again. Like she had the day before. The moment doesn't come, but these moments feel long and timeless. The night as a whole feels like a dream, wandering the inner maze of the Holdfast to find her standing there with her tea. Simmering in want that even now and sated, still distantly feels an empty endless pool. How long had it been there? How long had he stood blinded to it?
Aemond's fingers move and trace along her bare, warm skin. Idling. Just to check that she is really there. Breathing and content and tucked into his arms. He would think of the times she would have held him like this, back in an earlier age. A poor, broken child. Riddled with loneliness and nightmares. Tucked safely away in his mother's arms under dying firelight. Feeling like nothing else ever existed beyond the walls of this room. Not the sick and dying king they betray down the hall. Not the threat of an unworthy heir waiting with bated breath across the brackish bay. Not even the gods of the Seven themselves could penetrate these walls with threat of wroth. ]
I want to take you flying with me. [ He speaks after what feels like the longest of silences. The soft cadence of his voice ever so quiet. Despite knowing she might never agree to it, might never learn to enjoy it the way a dragon rider does. But tonight for the first time, he saw what she was like when she allowed herself to be free. And never more has he ever felt so free flying on the back of a dragon. Something in like, in this moment, would think to share with her too. ]
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It is half expected that she might shuffle him off again. Like she had the day before. The moment doesn't come, but these moments feel long and timeless. The night as a whole feels like a dream, wandering the inner maze of the Holdfast to find her standing there with her tea. Simmering in want that even now and sated, still distantly feels an empty endless pool. How long had it been there? How long had he stood blinded to it?
Aemond's fingers move and trace along her bare, warm skin. Idling. Just to check that she is really there. Breathing and content and tucked into his arms. He would think of the times she would have held him like this, back in an earlier age. A poor, broken child. Riddled with loneliness and nightmares. Tucked safely away in his mother's arms under dying firelight. Feeling like nothing else ever existed beyond the walls of this room. Not the sick and dying king they betray down the hall. Not the threat of an unworthy heir waiting with bated breath across the brackish bay. Not even the gods of the Seven themselves could penetrate these walls with threat of wroth. ]
I want to take you flying with me. [ He speaks after what feels like the longest of silences. The soft cadence of his voice ever so quiet. Despite knowing she might never agree to it, might never learn to enjoy it the way a dragon rider does. But tonight for the first time, he saw what she was like when she allowed herself to be free. And never more has he ever felt so free flying on the back of a dragon. Something in like, in this moment, would think to share with her too. ]