( in truth, pierce has not known aemond for long. they have not spent much time together, aside from two heated joining of the flesh. he knows little of aemond's family or the world that he originates from because he has never felt a reason to ask, to pry into affairs that have no relation to his own. even when he had agreed to protect alicent hightower, he didn't bother to ask for more detail than what he needed to ensure that he got the right woman.
arguably, his indifference does not lend credence to why they both find themselves here now — one on the tail end of a genuine admission and the other left to ruminate on why, of all the persons he has met in this manor, aemond is the one he chose to give it.
but pierce strickland cannot claim to be a honest or sentimental creature. at his core, he is self-serving, calculative and terribly broken — and is this exchange not just a desperate attempt for him to regain some semblance of power over a life that has spiraled completely out of his own control?
if he was a better person, perhaps he would have had the foresight to circumvent misunderstanding.
but it's too late for that and, even if there had exist any signs of conflict within aemond's eye, he is far more enthralled by the sapphire in the other, having said what he needed to and, at least for a moment, able to take note and appreciate the unraveling of what was once concealed from his sight.
he doesn't pull away from aemond, yet the sharpness of his eyes and the rigidness of his features do not waver at the warmth of his touch. if anything, they seem to intensify with a renewed heat and, perhaps, an ever subtle hint of confoundment. )
You tell me. ( his voice soft and direct, his accent almost imperceptible as he purposefully leans into the caress of aemond's hand. )
me always
arguably, his indifference does not lend credence to why they both find themselves here now — one on the tail end of a genuine admission and the other left to ruminate on why, of all the persons he has met in this manor, aemond is the one he chose to give it.
but pierce strickland cannot claim to be a honest or sentimental creature. at his core, he is self-serving, calculative and terribly broken — and is this exchange not just a desperate attempt for him to regain some semblance of power over a life that has spiraled completely out of his own control?
if he was a better person, perhaps he would have had the foresight to circumvent misunderstanding.
but it's too late for that and, even if there had exist any signs of conflict within aemond's eye, he is far more enthralled by the sapphire in the other, having said what he needed to and, at least for a moment, able to take note and appreciate the unraveling of what was once concealed from his sight.
he doesn't pull away from aemond, yet the sharpness of his eyes and the rigidness of his features do not waver at the warmth of his touch. if anything, they seem to intensify with a renewed heat and, perhaps, an ever subtle hint of confoundment. )
You tell me. ( his voice soft and direct, his accent almost imperceptible as he purposefully leans into the caress of aemond's hand. )