[ pierce is not like him, but aemond doesn't need him to be. pierce matches his anger, matches his penchant for violence but differently. this place has taken his life apart in ways foreign to aemond, and he supposes it's something similar for pierce. there is no control. there is no distance from the world that presses its will against their own. aemond does not have a dragon to burn his enemies with, to cleanse the earth so that it might be rebuilt into something he understands.
he doesn't understand pierce either. but he understands his anger, the rage over the offence and at family and at all of the fuckery this place has offered without reprieve.
fingers near-cut into skin, but not out of a desire to hurt. he wants to feel. to touch the living heartbeat within pierce's body.
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I don't know. But I do.
[ pierce is not like him, but aemond doesn't need him to be. pierce matches his anger, matches his penchant for violence but differently. this place has taken his life apart in ways foreign to aemond, and he supposes it's something similar for pierce. there is no control. there is no distance from the world that presses its will against their own. aemond does not have a dragon to burn his enemies with, to cleanse the earth so that it might be rebuilt into something he understands.
he doesn't understand pierce either. but he understands his anger, the rage over the offence and at family and at all of the fuckery this place has offered without reprieve.
fingers near-cut into skin, but not out of a desire to hurt. he wants to feel. to touch the living heartbeat within pierce's body.
aemond settles for kissing him instead. ]