[ The way she pulls him in does not gain any resistance on his behalf. He allows her to pull him into her arms. A long kiss goodnight that would threaten to pull him back in when he'd been so close and convinced to fleeing. He does need rest. Been up since the dawn, he would sleep tomorrow well past the morn if he could. But the deep need seeded by her would also see him sacrificing his sleep for just a bit more. Just to enjoy a bit longer the way her mouth draws a stillness around him, reminds him of that sort of comfort she's only able to give.
It feels backwards, what she says. In all her power to put her devotion to him and not the other way around. Giving a privilege and a power he's not used to wielding. Stood over her the way he does now, not yet lifting himself from her kiss as he hands flow through him and down to her lap. The only man who should hold that privilege is the king himself. The man who has squandered her and left her bed cold long before he was incapable of leaving his own. Now he holds that power?
Aemond's lips curl into a small, prideful smile.] I would not keep you wanting.
Goodnight, mother. [ He departs shortly, the softest hints of delight in his quiet voice. Pulling himself further is remarkably more regretful than before. Even as he pulls the drapery back, he does not linger more than necessary. The soft click of the door finally sounding his departure. The tempered torch he had left along his way still smoldering as he plucks it from the wall. Making a very quiet way through the dark underbelly back to a cold dark room to hopefully sleep off well enough until the morrow. ]
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It feels backwards, what she says. In all her power to put her devotion to him and not the other way around. Giving a privilege and a power he's not used to wielding. Stood over her the way he does now, not yet lifting himself from her kiss as he hands flow through him and down to her lap. The only man who should hold that privilege is the king himself. The man who has squandered her and left her bed cold long before he was incapable of leaving his own. Now he holds that power?
Aemond's lips curl into a small, prideful smile.] I would not keep you wanting.
Goodnight, mother. [ He departs shortly, the softest hints of delight in his quiet voice. Pulling himself further is remarkably more regretful than before. Even as he pulls the drapery back, he does not linger more than necessary. The soft click of the door finally sounding his departure. The tempered torch he had left along his way still smoldering as he plucks it from the wall. Making a very quiet way through the dark underbelly back to a cold dark room to hopefully sleep off well enough until the morrow. ]