( Somehow, lingering in the afterglow with his idle touch and arms securely wrapped around her feels more intimate than everything they've done. Even after she opened herself to him, allowing him to see parts of her that no one else has, and delved into depravity, a vulnerability dwells deep within her — stirring up insecurities. They make her want to flee as she did the day before or send him away, but she pushes them down and stamps them out, not wanting to punish him for the demons that linger within her.
It is strange having their positions switched. Many a night, she lay with him wrapped in his arms, soothing his worries, insecurities, and loneliness while chasing away his nightmares the best she could. Part of her wonders if she could have done more, been a better mother, and protected him, but she knows these are thoughts that all mothers have and perhaps something she worries about more with the switch in dynamic and the change in their relationship to more than simply mother and son.
Relaxed and absorbing his warmth, Alicent begins to feel herself drifting. Her breathing begins evening out as the weight of her body presses into him more, no longer aware of the conscious effort she makes to keep from leaning into him too much.
After that long silence, where she struggles, fighting between consciousness and sleep, she startles when his voice breaks through the silence. A soft mmm? slipping through her nose as she shifts onto her elbow to look down at him, a halo of messy auburn curls framing her face and that half-glazed look of fighting off sleep as she climbs towards wakefulness. )
Flying? ( Her voice husky with sleep but still soft and etched with fondness as she reaches out, with her other hand, softly caressing his cheek with her fingers. Normally she would be dismissive of such a statement, brushing it off, but none of that is there, even as she says, ) Have you gone mad?
As I have never ridden a dragon nor flown, I don't know the first thing about it, and I doubt your dragon will accept me. ( Though he has her blood within her, she doesn't possess the blood of Old Valyria that puts Targaryens closer to Gods and gives them the ability to control dragons. )
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It is strange having their positions switched. Many a night, she lay with him wrapped in his arms, soothing his worries, insecurities, and loneliness while chasing away his nightmares the best she could. Part of her wonders if she could have done more, been a better mother, and protected him, but she knows these are thoughts that all mothers have and perhaps something she worries about more with the switch in dynamic and the change in their relationship to more than simply mother and son.
Relaxed and absorbing his warmth, Alicent begins to feel herself drifting. Her breathing begins evening out as the weight of her body presses into him more, no longer aware of the conscious effort she makes to keep from leaning into him too much.
After that long silence, where she struggles, fighting between consciousness and sleep, she startles when his voice breaks through the silence. A soft mmm? slipping through her nose as she shifts onto her elbow to look down at him, a halo of messy auburn curls framing her face and that half-glazed look of fighting off sleep as she climbs towards wakefulness. )
Flying? ( Her voice husky with sleep but still soft and etched with fondness as she reaches out, with her other hand, softly caressing his cheek with her fingers. Normally she would be dismissive of such a statement, brushing it off, but none of that is there, even as she says, ) Have you gone mad?
As I have never ridden a dragon nor flown, I don't know the first thing about it, and I doubt your dragon will accept me. ( Though he has her blood within her, she doesn't possess the blood of Old Valyria that puts Targaryens closer to Gods and gives them the ability to control dragons. )