No seconds. Fight to yield, hand or blade. I would not make a grieving mother out of my half-sister a second time too soon. [ he's not that stupid. not when daemon could aim right for his mother, and be less honourable about it. ] He issued the challenge, not I.
you'd make an unhappy mother instead out of alicent. you know, you didn't have to say yes. there's plenty else to do here.
[ a second time. jesus fuck. it's not like he has room to judge.
fifteen years ago, he was just meeting ash. he was fucking his way through entire towns, chasing every destructive end, numbing himself on top shelf liquor and pricey drugs, flirting through life and taking nothing seriously except his own fucking unhappiness in the dead of night. he didn't have any real problems except that he was too rich and too empty, his heart brittle and his soul hollow. ]
a little more like you, but funnier. i was a soldier once. now i prefer standing around and looking handsome.
[ he has love for his mother; he will not voice his opinions on this man just yet. ]
Jacaerys Velaryon brought a knife to a fight where I was outnumbered four to one. I won fairly, and I stole nothing that they accused of me taking. But against honour he raised a knife to me and his brother took it to my eye.
They blamed me for the fight that they started. All my father cared about is that I'd called Jace and Luke the bastards that they are. I was ten, and my half-sister would have had me lashed for speaking true. Eight years they went unpunished. My father would not even acknowledge my loss.
So I gave Luke the choice of offering me his own eye and freely, and let that be the end of the matter. He ran from it, the craven that he is. I bested him and he died, and now the debt is paid.
a life for an eye. you said it yourself that your debt's paid. i don't have a horse in this race, exactly. but coming here swinging your dick around before even bothering to find out how this place works is a little much. alicent's told me a little of your home, and things aren't nearly the same here. you might find that you even enjoy it. without the gauntlet throwing.
[ yes? he's been telling people to fuck off his whole life. ]
despite how your mother downplayed my title, i'm arguably one of the most important and definitely one of the most popular guys in america. i'll tell you a secret. when you're important, it actually means you have time for all the trifle things.
i don't think that's an option here. but there are horses if you really want to ride something.
[ do not talk about sex with alicent's kid do not talk about sex with alicent's kid do not talk about ]
[ massive humongous extreme hashtag doubt what does he mean, there is time for trifling? he's not aegon, he has a job to do. ]
There is a whorehouse here? How are the whores paid?
[ because that's another concern of his; currency. eventually he'll want for coin, if there are things here that cannot be given and needs be bought or traded for. ]
it's not a whorehouse in the traditional sense. it's a sex club, where people go in willingly and fuck other willing people. willingly. there's a lot of people here.
[ you might even run into your dear nephew's dick. embry considers giving aemond a warning about the food, drinks, and that you can't even trust a tube of lipstick in the otherworld, but maybe a little mental stimulation would do him well. ]
i've patronized the place. i like to enjoy myself, which is something it seems you should try.
[ really, he's trying to sample ur mom's wares ]
cw: mentions of SA, sexual coercion of a minor π
at thirteen embry was already detached from home, not far from losing his virginity at one of the most prestigious boarding schools on the west coast. sex had been painful and thrilling, a heady combination he's spent his entire life chasing and loving. over two decades later, abilene drugged and raped him, and no matter how much he tries to twist his thoughts in another direction, it feels like a punishment for years of bad decisions. ]
no. i don't think there's an expectation, and if anyone says anything, you can start practicing what i told you. tell them to fuck off. there's a library if you like to read. a pool. a couple of bars. some gyms. a theater, which might be new to you. movies might be new to you. they're like plays but different. there's apparently a zoo, but i haven't been able to find it.
[ he's going to have to sit in the library for a full week and not come out until he has had an in-depth knowledge of what the fuck goes on in this place. too many words without context. he loathes it. ]
Just like that. Tell people to fuck off.
[ that said; ]
I've been to the library. Strangely cramped, despite the vastness of the selection. And the gyms β they are the training rooms, yes?
yeah. no duel required. sometimes it's actually more hurtful not to give someone your time than it is to beat the shit out of them.
yeah, they're like training rooms. lots of shirtlessness going on in there.
a movie is a story that's played on a screen. it's you know what, why don't we just go see one together? it's not really something you can explain. i think you'd like it. i don't know anyone who doesn't like the movies. there's all different kinds, too. funny ones, scary ones, romantic ones. ones where stuff blows up for two hours. they're all pretty good.
[ stories β like the songs? he would like to experience new things, he's always had an interest in learning beyond what the tutors can give him, but he's not had the opportunities to truly try.
maybe he has the time here. it would certainly keep him from plotting against rhaenyra, and that's what his mother wants him to try. isn't it? ]
Are there any stories about dragons?
[ loathe as he is to play to type, he misses vhagar so fiercely. he wants his dragon, the comfort of her presence in his mind. ]
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Who were you, fifteen years ago?
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[ a second time. jesus fuck. it's not like he has room to judge.
fifteen years ago, he was just meeting ash. he was fucking his way through entire towns, chasing every destructive end, numbing himself on top shelf liquor and pricey drugs, flirting through life and taking nothing seriously except his own fucking unhappiness in the dead of night. he didn't have any real problems except that he was too rich and too empty, his heart brittle and his soul hollow. ]
a little more like you, but funnier. i was a soldier once.
now i prefer standing around and looking handsome.
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Jacaerys Velaryon brought a knife to a fight where I was outnumbered four to one. I won fairly, and I stole nothing that they accused of me taking. But against honour he raised a knife to me and his brother took it to my eye.
They blamed me for the fight that they started. All my father cared about is that I'd called Jace and Luke the bastards that they are. I was ten, and my half-sister would have had me lashed for speaking true. Eight years they went unpunished. My father would not even acknowledge my loss.
So I gave Luke the choice of offering me his own eye and freely, and let that be the end of the matter. He ran from it, the craven that he is. I bested him and he died, and now the debt is paid.
It is more fair than they deserve.
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i don't have a horse in this race, exactly. but coming here swinging your dick around before even bothering to find out how this place works is a little much. alicent's told me a little of your home, and things aren't nearly the same here.
you might find that you even enjoy it. without the gauntlet throwing.
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take a moment. your mother likes this man. ]
I didn't issue the challenge. I told my nephew to walk away.
[ well, he's trying. ]
What would you have me do, then?
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tell him to fuck off.
what do you do for fun?
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I am Prince Regent. I don't have time for trifle things.
[ he doesn't have one. he doesn't even know what fun would look like, outside of trying to kill his half-sister's family, orβ ]
I ride Vhagar. She needs to stretch her wings, and often.
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despite how your mother downplayed my title, i'm arguably one of the most important and definitely one of the most popular guys in america. i'll tell you a secret. when you're important, it actually means you have time for all the trifle things.
i don't think that's an option here. but there are horses if you really want to ride something.
[ do not talk about sex with alicent's kid do not talk about sex with alicent's kid do not talk about ]
there's a sex club downstairs.
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massive humongous extreme hashtag doubtwhat does he mean, there is time for trifling? he's not aegon, he has a job to do. ]There is a whorehouse here? How are the whores paid?
[ because that's another concern of his; currency. eventually he'll want for coin, if there are things here that cannot be given and needs be bought or traded for. ]
You have sampled their wares?
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it's not a whorehouse in the traditional sense. it's a sex club, where people go in willingly and fuck other willing people. willingly.
there's a lot of people here.
[ you might even run into your dear nephew's dick. embry considers giving aemond a warning about the food, drinks, and that you can't even trust a tube of lipstick in the otherworld, but maybe a little mental stimulation would do him well. ]
i've patronized the place. i like to enjoy myself, which is something it seems you should try.
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really, he's trying to sample ur mom's wares]cw: mentions of SA, sexual coercion of a minor π
My brother took me to one when I was three and ten. I don't see the appeal of it if it's just fucking people for the release.
What else is there? Is there an expectation that I should go?
cw: assault
at thirteen embry was already detached from home, not far from losing his virginity at one of the most prestigious boarding schools on the west coast. sex had been painful and thrilling, a heady combination he's spent his entire life chasing and loving. over two decades later, abilene drugged and raped him, and no matter how much he tries to twist his thoughts in another direction, it feels like a punishment for years of bad decisions. ]
no. i don't think there's an expectation, and if anyone says anything, you can start practicing what i told you. tell them to fuck off.
there's a library if you like to read. a pool. a couple of bars. some gyms. a theater, which might be new to you. movies might be new to you. they're like plays but different.
there's apparently a zoo, but i haven't been able to find it.
[ he won't... mention the drug den. ]
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Just like that. Tell people to fuck off.
[ that said; ]
I've been to the library. Strangely cramped, despite the vastness of the selection. And the gyms β they are the training rooms, yes?
I know what a theatre is. What is a movie?
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sometimes it's actually more hurtful not to give someone your time than it is to beat the shit out of them.
yeah, they're like training rooms. lots of shirtlessness going on in there.
a movie is a story that's played on a screen. it's
you know what, why don't we just go see one together? it's not really something you can explain.
i think you'd like it. i don't know anyone who doesn't like the movies. there's all different kinds, too. funny ones, scary ones, romantic ones. ones where stuff blows up for two hours. they're all pretty good.
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maybe he has the time here. it would certainly keep him from plotting against rhaenyra, and that's what his mother wants him to try. isn't it? ]
Are there any stories about dragons?
[ loathe as he is to play to type, he misses vhagar so fiercely. he wants his dragon, the comfort of her presence in his mind. ]