shut up. i presume greatly because i fucking know. greatly. it was the right thing to do. i know right from wrong. i choose frequently to do wrong, i just didn't choose it that night. i know that the way i said things was fucked up. theoretically, it wasn't fucked up enough to deserve putting my head through a window, but who's keeping track? i will perhaps consider everything you've said, or perhaps not. i'm not disregarding her, i'm disregarding you.
[ five minutes and one (1) petty outburst later — ]
you never owed me a thank you. but you can do me a favor. you can understand that your mom is allowed to want things, regardless of whether you approve of or understand them. not only that, but she's allowed to have them.
[ this definitely sounds like him, now. what a strange feeling, looking yourself in the mirror with the face of a much older man. ]
The problem with your favour: I do understand that. That's why I'm thanking you.
[ the first thing he'd asked his mother when he learned of her lovers had been to ask her if she's drinking the tansy. he's not that blind; he only lost one eye. it had been ser criston, in the days following viserys's death; now, it is embry, and daniel, and homelander. if his mother has other dalliances, aemond will not seek them out until they become a problem. ]
I gave my word to her, and I give it to you now: I won't interfere unless you hurt her. I have that right, much as you hate to think it of me or my brother. Not as her regent or king, but as her sons. If you can respect that, then we do not need to interact further.
[ the jury's still out if he's even on alicent's lists of wants, considering the first time they'd kissed it was because of a traitorous christmas plant, and the second time he wouldn't even say he was talking to alicent at all. no, it's not any of the ones aemond knows about, but princess rhaenyra he's thinking of now. if that ever comes to light, that's what he wants him to understand. ]
i don't respect that, but i can accept that you think you're within your rights to jump out from behind a corner and murder me anytime you feel like it. good talk, aemond. let's never do this again.
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[ five minutes and one (1) petty outburst later — ]
you never owed me a thank you. but you can do me a favor.
you can understand that your mom is allowed to want things, regardless of whether you approve of or understand them. not only that, but she's allowed to have them.
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The problem with your favour: I do understand that. That's why I'm thanking you.
[ the first thing he'd asked his mother when he learned of her lovers had been to ask her if she's drinking the tansy. he's not that blind; he only lost one eye. it had been ser criston, in the days following viserys's death; now, it is embry, and daniel, and homelander. if his mother has other dalliances, aemond will not seek them out until they become a problem. ]
I gave my word to her, and I give it to you now: I won't interfere unless you hurt her. I have that right, much as you hate to think it of me or my brother. Not as her regent or king, but as her sons. If you can respect that, then we do not need to interact further.
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i wasn't talking about me.
[ the jury's still out if he's even on alicent's lists of wants, considering the first time they'd kissed it was because of a traitorous christmas plant, and the second time he wouldn't even say he was talking to alicent at all. no, it's not any of the ones aemond knows about, but princess rhaenyra he's thinking of now. if that ever comes to light, that's what he wants him to understand. ]
i don't respect that, but i can accept that you think you're within your rights to jump out from behind a corner and murder me anytime you feel like it.
good talk, aemond. let's never do this again.
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Don't make it easy for me, then.
Be well, Embry. Speak to my mother, when you're done with... whatever your issue is.