behavioural | saltburnmods

i'll deal with jamison after the game ends
but if there is someone you want dead now, i'll hear you out

( with that said, he will be teleporting just outside of aemond's room. 👉 a single knock. )

[ he doesn't bother replying, because the knock arrives before the message, so when aemond opens the door— ]

Anyone? Any person that I'll name, you'll hear it?

Anyone.

( but he will still have to be sold on it. )

So, ( he is going to let himself in now. ) who are you thinking?

Would you judge me for naming my own sister? [ it's almost a joke; he's almost smiling. ] No, not her in truth. Outside of people I want dead for personal reasons, we're still gathering evidence. Twice my kin has been targeted now — whatever the intention is, I suspect the attackers will make themselves known to me, and soon.

I wouldn't embarrass myself and my family by accusing someone so frivolously.

[ then, quieter: ]

I mislike that you're alone.

There would be an ironic sort of humor behind me killing the one I had just brought back to life. ( as in to say, he isn't opposed to the idea, joke or otherwise. he was, after all, under the influence of the game — a fact he does not appreciate. ) Baela was a sensible choice, after the traction she had gained last round. She caught one of the werewolves, so she was a strategic choice to take out of the running.

( at leisure, pierce is taking in the layout of aemond's room, but he turns slightly towards him as he hears his next words. )

Yea? ( his lips curves up into a slightly boyish, teasing smile. ) You're worried about me?

I thought you might appreciate the humour in it, yes.

[ he shouldn't feel so light about this. death is no laughing matter, usually. but it is funny, for his sister to die and be brought back, then killed just for being brought back. aemond deserves a little jesting at someone else's expense, here and again.

he's trying not to meet pierce's smile with one of his own, now, but he's failing. ]

You're interesting. If you die, then more of the idiots prevail.

A shared sentiment, it seems.

( aemond isn't the first to say that to him since his role was revealed. )

But I can ensure my own safety. ( it wouldn't be the first time his life has been endangered by forces beyond his control. he grew up with that risk, death a covetous and sadistic temptress who yearns for him to be at her side. )

And if I can't, ( he walks over to the edge of the bed, falling back onto it comfortably before tucking his arm behind his head. ) then it will be no one's failings but my own. ( and set's. but he won't be voicing that tidbit out loud. if he has learned anything from the past round, an emotionally charged targaryen will forsake any alliance for the sake of their own survival. he doesn't fault them for it because he would do the same. it doesn't inspire much trust though, does it? )

Whether I'm alone or not won't change the outcome.

Better with a second than alone, then. You should have someone to fight with you.

[ aemond knows what it's like to be the only one truly fighting for something. fighting and alone, persisting on his own; it's a wretched feeling, it hardens the soul and the heart, and he thinks that perhaps if he had at least one person in his life who truly had his back he would not be so angry.

or maybe that's wishful thinking. vhagar is his only friend at home for a reason; he's too much anger in a body to be anything other than a sharp edge. touch him, and you'll bleed — that has always been how people see him, and aemond has worked hard to make it true.

after a few seconds' deliberation he moves to join pierce on the bed, lies back down next to him but with hands folded over his stomach. his one good eye is on pierce's right side this way, but aemond isn't looking at him yet. ]

Are you not afraid to die?

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