@beaconprice || OSCAR ISAAC MADE ME SO MAD, HOW DOES A MOVIE MANAGE TO MAKE ME HATE MY FAV DILF LIKE THIS. the dynamic between victor and the creature was soooo GRRR it hurt my heart
The prince's cool facade only fades to open room for a more entertained look, a glint akin to respect. One not easily earned. A curl of the lip that's less royal and more mortal, a man recognizing a boldness or confidence he knew was bubbling under the surface.
"Prudence," she -
Aemondโs expression shifts, the faintest trace of amusement threading through his otherwise composed face.
โAh,โ he says at last, voice smooth as glass, โso the lady of Dorne admits sheโs indispensable. How shocking. โท
- precision. An admirable trait to have. Near distracting, if one were prone to flights of fantasy.
"Is that what you seek now, Your Highness?" she asks, her voice adopting the low tone of Aemond's own. Whether she means to poke and challenge or merely sate a curiosity, who is -
- to spend their breaks in." A half-grin. "Then again, it seems some members of court would miss the warmth of Dornish fire a tad too much if I did so."
"Less often when I'm involved."
One need only look at the past week's happenings: Who was the only Martell at court who had no scandal to speak of? Aliandra is not her father, and even less is she her brother โ when the cameras fall on her, when the whispers trail after her -
Aemondโs lips twitch โ not quite a smile, but something that suggests he finds her defiance far more intriguing than her diplomacy.
He leans one shoulder against the doorway, a picture of quiet composure, the faint sheen of his signet ring catching the soft light. โท
- herself, Prince Aemond was born to the devious games of King's Landing's court. Rose in it. Thrived in it. It would do her well to pick up what she can from it, draw some plays to avoid the venomous bite of the capital's vipers.
"Plenty such places in the world for a noble -
Must be something else to be inside those cars, racing lap after lap at the speed of sound.
One race at a time, ser. Today, if he focuses on nothing but this one, he'll get it in the bag โ then the team can return to evaluating odds and strategies for the next.
She makes it sound poetic, flyingโs the only kind of freedom he ever really known.
two-time, yes. Third one โฆ not this year sadly perhaps next year โ third on the list but few more races to go who knows *hopefully the odds continue to favor him and the team.
But traded it for the thrill of flying through the track itself โ in some ways, that's an even larger rush, isn't it?
Two time WDC, no? She has a feeling it'll be more than worth it.
one in the crowd, hm? He lost the feeling of watching from a far he used to watched when he was a little.
see you at the finish line, then. Heโll make sure itโs worth the wait.