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𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒆. ([personal profile] rakta) wrote2011-07-13 11:52 pm

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[personal profile] provoke 2025-03-21 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ his beloved wife gives him the grace to speak his mind at his liberty, and once more he is struck by her character β€” the sweetness of her, unwarranted in aemond's eye when she turns it upon him. he deserves love, and he deserves adoration. he knows this. he is just as worthy as any. yet it surprises him every time when he grasps for affection and finds it given easily, yielded to him simply by his asking.

he does not question it. he is deeply fond her, carries a great affection for her. is this what love is?
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I... You know that I do not keep you to promises of faithfulness. I do not ask you to keep only to our bed, not when you have made lovers of others before I. And you know of my blood, our relations. We marry family to family. Sister to brother, niece to uncle.

I am no different. I have lain with my blood, dear wife. Do you mislike it?
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[personal profile] provoke 2025-04-26 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
You will tell me if it does, won't you? If there comes a time when my interests find a place with someone you greatly abhor, I bid you tell me. I want us to have an understanding in matters such as this.

[ these are matters of the heart as much as they are of the flesh. his loyalty to his family is a fire curling under the veins that pull his blood through his mortal body, but so does his innate greed fill in the gaps along the path. he is a covetous little thing, with wants that slither along his grasping fingers, scaled and sharp and hurtful to anyone unused to his nature.

dragons are not easy creatures. they do not settle peacefully, and they do not coil around the hearth like meek, soft-mouthed things. lauralae understands this. she has understood from that moment when they sat together on the exposed earth and read under a setting sun; she has understood from the moment aemond asked her to place her cursed hands on his skin.

it's only been months since then. not even a full turning of a year since his arrival, never mind that he's turned an age here that expects a child to mark its passing. it's been months, and now here she is, wearing his ring and giving him her permission, saying with her private phrases that she understands.

his blood calls to its own, aemond would never deny this. but his heart calls to her heart, too β€” isn't this what love is supposed to be?

even aegon the conqueror split his heart in half between fire and blood, in the end.
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Perhaps one day we might share him in our bed, if you'll welcome it.
Edited 2025-04-27 14:35 (UTC)