[ There is a fire that always remains tamed with her. Held deep within him longer than she would ever know. The son she knows is ideal to her. Meticulously crafted, perfected, into a son that she need not worry about. He hasn't Aegon's demons, but still harbors a fire in his blood that sings. The blood of a dragon that sows chaos he's only ever known her to fear. The son she knows is her own, she owns parts of him that no one ever sees. But there are parts of him he would know her not to love. Mayhaps he keeps it from her so she would not ever look at him the way she has looked at his brother, that she might have spoken of his uncle. What if she showed him fear?
It is her he directs himself towards. Eyes lowered to the ground first as he closes in a few steps where he might have diverged to make a clean escape. Almost like a child who has not forgotten to mind his manners, he would not leave without bidding her a proper goodbye. Feeling foolish and yet still capable of allowing her to swallow him up back into bed if she so wished. Gods and the faces of the Seven would know he could not resist it. If it could simply consume him whole. ]
I don't need peace. [ She gives him an out once again that he does not seem to take. Despite the sting of flight nipping at his heels. He'd resist the urge any more than he would have if he were down in the guts of the Dragonpit, staring the chance of Dreamfyre swallowing him whole. ]
I would prefer to see you again. [ Aemond assures, though would sound almost modest in his courting. Fighting the strangeness that clouds it and poisons his mind. His hand lifts to reach out to her, brushing an astray curl away from her eyes. Before leaning down to press a kiss to the cheek at the corner of her mouth.]
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It is her he directs himself towards. Eyes lowered to the ground first as he closes in a few steps where he might have diverged to make a clean escape. Almost like a child who has not forgotten to mind his manners, he would not leave without bidding her a proper goodbye. Feeling foolish and yet still capable of allowing her to swallow him up back into bed if she so wished. Gods and the faces of the Seven would know he could not resist it. If it could simply consume him whole. ]
I don't need peace. [ She gives him an out once again that he does not seem to take. Despite the sting of flight nipping at his heels. He'd resist the urge any more than he would have if he were down in the guts of the Dragonpit, staring the chance of Dreamfyre swallowing him whole. ]
I would prefer to see you again. [ Aemond assures, though would sound almost modest in his courting. Fighting the strangeness that clouds it and poisons his mind. His hand lifts to reach out to her, brushing an astray curl away from her eyes. Before leaning down to press a kiss to the cheek at the corner of her mouth.]