I had read more of the historical texts available in the library, my ventures into fiction limited to childhood tales and folklore. Foundational knowledge contextualises the literature, I figured these were good points to start.
This alleged poetry does not reflect what I had read so far. It's why I ask.
[ but there, the shift in tone. it only takes him a few moments to piece things together, and what lines have been drawn — more firmly, he supposes, given what he knows now. ]
this isn't really what we call poetry. it's just music lyrics. which is technically sort of poetry, but it's really just something you put on when you want to dance or fuck.
[ pregnant pause. ]
we could dance around this topic, or i could just say it. it's fucked up that tim's fucking you. not because he's fucking you, per se, but because he was your mom's friend. you know i'm gonna be loyal to your mom and how she feels.
[ he has to table the literary conversation, much as he would prefer to pursue that line of discussion more. this cannot be a split conversation; he's not had that kind of patience in years. ]
And you would skirt around calling her son a whore outright for it. Curious, the choices you make.
Is that how you narrow down your peers? By whether or not they make for satisfying lovers? I will not argue this to you. You've already chosen Alicent, arguing this will be a waste of my time.
But do me the favour of saying what you mean the way you mean it. You don't have to spare me any courtesy you clearly no longer have.
feels kind of wrong to call you a whore. aren't you like, eighteen? you can't even legally drink. [ fuckin loser, etc. ]
do you know how hard it is to make friends with someone who sucks in bed?
i'm sure multiple sources have said this to you, but tim is basically a married man, whether he admits to it or not. and i'm not claiming to be innocent in any of this, before you start throwing accusations around. in fact, the reason i can tell you with certainty that you're making a mistake with him is because i was you. i am you, still. the only difference is that you have a mother who really cares about your heartbreak.
Are you under the illusion that I have a great romantic love for Tim Laughlin? That I would be cunt-struck over him?
Let me be plain, then. I do not expect anything from him that he doesn't already give me, and I him. I do not expect more because I do not desire more. Why would I? He is not fire and blood. He can never understand what it means to claim a dragon, to ride one, to conquer the skies. He will never want a dragonrider's death because he would fear it.
He understands that. Meanwhile you limit yourself to your perceptions of affection and barrel on without question because you think we have between us a similarity. You fool.
It is not Tim who has me in true. You should have realised that, as well.
[ this is my toy, too. he remembers so clearly the reckless man he was fifteen years ago, the man that would've died in the war if not for ash's heavy hand on his neck. embry does not claim to have overcome any of his worst urges, but he can see them more clearly now, all these years later, at the very least. ]
he's only your friend now. you took that from your mother. that should mean something to you, too.
[ and here it is, perhaps the greatest misunderstanding that many of the guests here seem to have about their house. that the conflict between each targaryen and the hightower matriarch is no more than a petty squabble for riches or power. that the rifts between their families could ever be resolved by settling personal differences, setting aside their grief and their hurts to see the greater picture that is peace.
aemond cannot blame embry, he supposes. he was dead for most of the werewolf games. he would have realised death is the only thing that will unite their house again, otherwise. ]
Nothing prevents her from reclaiming him, if she likes.
[ even if aemond understands she never will; she still carries the sting of her removal from the great council by his command, he is sure. she is the dowager queen, and he is a prince of the realm. their counsel and court can never intertwine; it would expose the both of them to threats within and without.
alicent taught him this from the cradle. ]
Is it an apology you desire for her, or vindication for yourself?
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This alleged poetry does not reflect what I had read so far. It's why I ask.
[ but there, the shift in tone. it only takes him a few moments to piece things together, and what lines have been drawn — more firmly, he supposes, given what he knows now. ]
Careful. I have no quarrel with you.
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[ pregnant pause. ]
we could dance around this topic, or i could just say it.
it's fucked up that tim's fucking you. not because he's fucking you, per se, but because he was your mom's friend. you know i'm gonna be loyal to your mom and how she feels.
the sex can't possibly be good, can it?
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And you would skirt around calling her son a whore outright for it. Curious, the choices you make.
Is that how you narrow down your peers? By whether or not they make for satisfying lovers? I will not argue this to you. You've already chosen Alicent, arguing this will be a waste of my time.
But do me the favour of saying what you mean the way you mean it. You don't have to spare me any courtesy you clearly no longer have.
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do you know how hard it is to make friends with someone who sucks in bed?
i'm sure multiple sources have said this to you, but tim is basically a married man, whether he admits to it or not. and i'm not claiming to be innocent in any of this, before you start throwing accusations around. in fact, the reason i can tell you with certainty that you're making a mistake with him is because i was you. i am you, still. the only difference is that you have a mother who really cares about your heartbreak.
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Are you under the illusion that I have a great romantic love for Tim Laughlin? That I would be cunt-struck over him?
Let me be plain, then. I do not expect anything from him that he doesn't already give me, and I him. I do not expect more because I do not desire more. Why would I? He is not fire and blood. He can never understand what it means to claim a dragon, to ride one, to conquer the skies. He will never want a dragonrider's death because he would fear it.
He understands that. Meanwhile you limit yourself to your perceptions of affection and barrel on without question because you think we have between us a similarity. You fool.
It is not Tim who has me in true. You should have realised that, as well.
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you're shitting this bad on your mom for a meaningless fuck?
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He is as much my friend as he is hers. That means something to me.
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he's only your friend now. you took that from your mother.
that should mean something to you, too.
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aemond cannot blame embry, he supposes. he was dead for most of the werewolf games. he would have realised death is the only thing that will unite their house again, otherwise. ]
Nothing prevents her from reclaiming him, if she likes.
[ even if aemond understands she never will; she still carries the sting of her removal from the great council by his command, he is sure. she is the dowager queen, and he is a prince of the realm. their counsel and court can never intertwine; it would expose the both of them to threats within and without.
alicent taught him this from the cradle. ]
Is it an apology you desire for her, or vindication for yourself?
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personally, i don't think it's worth it.
i'm not looking for anything from you, aemond. you came to me, remember?
unless you want a better poem that's not about spitting, gagging, or choking?
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Mm. I came to you thinking you were safe to speak with. I will bear the weight of my error and leave you be.
Be well, and good luck.