if you never apologize to me again for the rest of your life, it'd still be too soon.
[ he shows up empty-handed to the drawing room, though it takes a great effort not to grab a bottle and two glasses when he knows the benefits of a good drink. (maybe alicent has already begun? he can only hope.) ash's voice rattles around in his head after the missing hours of his night: you need to get sober. he should've considered it after what abilene stole from him, but the fact that it's happened again, under stranger circumstances, puts a little more urgency in the matter. still, he wasn't wasted that night he ended up in hawk's bed with no memory of how he got there. he should be wasted now, because the occasion certainly calls for it.
it's quiet when he walks in and approaches her, sequestered away as if there's no one in the world that she can trust or even stomach right now. embry knows that feeling well, shutting himself away in expensive hotel rooms on the campaign trail to order ungodly amounts of room service alone so he could avoid looking at ash and jenny. if he was going to be surly and miserable, he might as well do it with foie gras and perfectly grilled sourdough. ]
Have you ever noticed β [ he leans back against one of the upholstered armchairs. ] That Tim's ears are bigger than an elephant's?
[ in the drawing room, alicent sits by the roaring hearth, back against the legs of an armchair, knees swept aside at her place on the floor. not befitting a queen in the least, but then none of her behaviour has been in accordance with her station today β as outraged as she was on driftmark, knife in hand. as hurt as she was the night she learned of rhaenyraβs lies, too. aemond and tim are both children, in their own ways, young and careless.
alicent never had the luxury of such foolishness.
even as she hears the door creak open, she doesnβt look away from the embers. it is not so egregious, this unkindness, as the others she has known, yet it hurts more for being preceded by warmth. trust, given so rarely, when she should know better than to offer it at all. and still you reach for it. by inviting embry to witness her pain, by speaking to him about it at all.
a shocked gasp-turned-laugh, at the pettiness of embryβs opener. she clasps a hand over her mouth, courtly instinct, before she thinks again and lowers it. ]
You go too far. [ a protest without any commitment. then β ] Not an elephant, but perhaps a hare.
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[ he shows up empty-handed to the drawing room, though it takes a great effort not to grab a bottle and two glasses when he knows the benefits of a good drink. (maybe alicent has already begun? he can only hope.) ash's voice rattles around in his head after the missing hours of his night: you need to get sober. he should've considered it after what abilene stole from him, but the fact that it's happened again, under stranger circumstances, puts a little more urgency in the matter. still, he wasn't wasted that night he ended up in hawk's bed with no memory of how he got there. he should be wasted now, because the occasion certainly calls for it.
it's quiet when he walks in and approaches her, sequestered away as if there's no one in the world that she can trust or even stomach right now. embry knows that feeling well, shutting himself away in expensive hotel rooms on the campaign trail to order ungodly amounts of room service alone so he could avoid looking at ash and jenny. if he was going to be surly and miserable, he might as well do it with foie gras and perfectly grilled sourdough. ]
Have you ever noticed β [ he leans back against one of the upholstered armchairs. ] That Tim's ears are bigger than an elephant's?
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alicent never had the luxury of such foolishness.
even as she hears the door creak open, she doesnβt look away from the embers. it is not so egregious, this unkindness, as the others she has known, yet it hurts more for being preceded by warmth. trust, given so rarely, when she should know better than to offer it at all. and still you reach for it. by inviting embry to witness her pain, by speaking to him about it at all.
a shocked gasp-turned-laugh, at the pettiness of embryβs opener. she clasps a hand over her mouth, courtly instinct, before she thinks again and lowers it. ]
You go too far. [ a protest without any commitment. then β ] Not an elephant, but perhaps a hare.