palm settles in aemond’s. rather than stepping back, he leans toward the drop, dragging him closer. lips twist into a grin. a hollow performance, for he would never truly cast his brother to ruin.
“what if i leapt, and bade you join me?”
his palm remains upturned and outstretched — an almost sad expression on his face, still desperate in the hope of aegon accepting the hand and stepping away from the danger.
‘ then do not sever it, brother. in any way. come back inside with me. ’
⠀
❪ ☽ ℌ𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝔗𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 ❫
─── 𝓼weet 𝓭reamer.
⠀❛ she 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 not what the 𝒄𝒖��𝒔𝒆 may be
⠀ㅤㅤtherefore she 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓽𝓱 steadily,
⠀ㅤtherefore n͟o͟ o͟t͟h͟e͟r care hath she ❜
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ゚☾ ゚
⠀
expectation, reckless impulse, aemond’s own words, press from all sides.
“care, perilous care … yet it stands before me, a tether i would not sever. and you, fool, hold it still.”
he allows the corner of his mouth to twitch, gaze sweeping to the distant courtyard below. shoulders stiff with the invisible burden of crown and court. fingers hover near aemond’s, ghosting, teasing. chest tight, as though the weight of +
+ plea for the elder to take it, come back inside, away from the edge..
“ whatever you believe of me or my feelings towards you.. i 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦. even if that makes me a fool in your eyes. ”
“to try, is it? faithful hound, ever at my heel. then let us make sport of it. see which proves the stronger.”
his hand drifts upward, palm outstretched in the space between them, an empty gesture masquerading as gift. +
— that he should be so concerned about aegon’s actions, or indeed.. his life.
but he cannot extinguish the panicked flames of the feeling, try as he might.