[ What feels like a very long moment finally ends. Aemond's body rocks gently under the movement as she pulls away, her absence leaving the coolness of the room to wash over him again. Chilling to the skin. Regretting having said anything, several times over. Regardless of what she thinks, the embarrassment consumes him.
Practically swinging upright with his tail tucked between his legs. He pinches his eyes shut a moment, sat opposite the side of the bed as she pulls her robe on. Delayed, the young prince dresses as well, stepping into his breeches and then his boots. He tastes his lips before he rises, still lingering of her. As if finally committed to what has already started. Crossing the room to gather the rest of his things before she poses her question. ]
Mayhaps later in the day. [ The prince answers as he bends upright, hands fretfully turning around his shirt to find the hem of it. ] I need to prepare to speak to grandfather in the morn.
[ It's not as though he's suddenly changed his mind. Nor has he somehow become scared of his own shadow. Just needs to clear his head, for however long it needs. A long breath is taken, sobering as he pulls his shirt back over his head. Flicking out his hair from underneath the collar as he turns to look at her. Uncertain now of what he is doing, standing in the middle of the room feeling like an idiot. Pretending somewhat that this is normal. None of it is fucking normal.
He wants to stay. He wants to craw back into her arms. Knowing she would have him stay, she would keep him there for as long as he would want. That's never changed, only that they can't do it anymore. For a long time he would have denied himself that comfort, not becoming of a man grown. The circumstances of it has changed. Twisted and mangled into this thickened feeling. ]
Shall I return tomorrow in the night? [ Aemond asks, steps wading back to her are slow and ambling. Serving to move closer towards the door tucked away behind her bedside curtains, but to her as well. How often will she call upon him? How many mornings will he need to stumble his way back through the dregs of the Holdfast before anyone the wiser? ]
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Practically swinging upright with his tail tucked between his legs. He pinches his eyes shut a moment, sat opposite the side of the bed as she pulls her robe on. Delayed, the young prince dresses as well, stepping into his breeches and then his boots. He tastes his lips before he rises, still lingering of her. As if finally committed to what has already started. Crossing the room to gather the rest of his things before she poses her question. ]
Mayhaps later in the day. [ The prince answers as he bends upright, hands fretfully turning around his shirt to find the hem of it. ] I need to prepare to speak to grandfather in the morn.
[ It's not as though he's suddenly changed his mind. Nor has he somehow become scared of his own shadow. Just needs to clear his head, for however long it needs. A long breath is taken, sobering as he pulls his shirt back over his head. Flicking out his hair from underneath the collar as he turns to look at her. Uncertain now of what he is doing, standing in the middle of the room feeling like an idiot. Pretending somewhat that this is normal. None of it is fucking normal.
He wants to stay. He wants to craw back into her arms. Knowing she would have him stay, she would keep him there for as long as he would want. That's never changed, only that they can't do it anymore. For a long time he would have denied himself that comfort, not becoming of a man grown. The circumstances of it has changed. Twisted and mangled into this thickened feeling. ]
Shall I return tomorrow in the night? [ Aemond asks, steps wading back to her are slow and ambling. Serving to move closer towards the door tucked away behind her bedside curtains, but to her as well. How often will she call upon him? How many mornings will he need to stumble his way back through the dregs of the Holdfast before anyone the wiser? ]