if he doesn't want to talk about it, then he isn't going to prod further. instead, he's just going to teleport outside of his room and rapt on the door once. )
[ he'sā somewhat surprised that pierce doesn't appear within the room this time, but he appreciates the distance all the same. when he opens the door it's with a careful and deliberate gesture, quiet as a still wind, himself quieter still. ]
Come in.
You could have just shown up in here. You're allowed.
[ aemond responds with a faint smile. barely a twitch of his mouth. ]
I think so. I like the surprise.
[ something is off with him, he knows. there isn't the usual anger, the all-consuming fire that burns him hollow and empty every time. he's just empty, skipped over the the part where the thrashes against his own bones to fight against a fury that chokes him at every given chance. ]
Have you wrestled before? You could choke me out instead, if you haven't.
For sport? No. ( he brushes his left thumb over his bottom lip as he looks over at him. ) But I've been in plenty of fights.
( most of them instigated by him, when he was younger and angrier and all he wanted to do was feel something ā to feel even a pinch of pain. )
Tell me what you want. ( he pulls off his jacket, tossing it onto a nearby chair. ) I'll fight you. I'll choke you out. I'll even fuck you senseless. Just say the word. ( he can't promise that he won't take it too far, his own emotions turbulent lately, but he can understand his need. )
[ what does he want? he wants his mother to listen to reason. he wants her to protect herself. he wants gideon to not have had to die in his hands just to chase after a dream about wolves. he wants for pierce to not have to fake his death to keep himself safe. he wants to fight something, to take to vhagar and fly and scream for fire until the very air melts around him.
he wants to burn and burn and burn. ]
Hit me first. Get that tension out of you, then bleed it out of me. I'll give as good as I get.
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if he doesn't want to talk about it, then he isn't going to prod further. instead, he's just going to teleport outside of his room and rapt on the door once. )
I'm here.
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Come in.
You could have just shown up in here. You're allowed.
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seems like he made the right call, too. something's off. so, he enters the room, his thumbs hooked into the pockets of his jeans. )
Yea? ( a slight tilt of his head to match the curve of a teasing smile. ) Feeling disappointed that I didn't?
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I think so. I like the surprise.
[ something is off with him, he knows. there isn't the usual anger, the all-consuming fire that burns him hollow and empty every time. he's just empty, skipped over the the part where the thrashes against his own bones to fight against a fury that chokes him at every given chance. ]
Have you wrestled before? You could choke me out instead, if you haven't.
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( most of them instigated by him, when he was younger and angrier and all he wanted to do was feel something ā to feel even a pinch of pain. )
Tell me what you want. ( he pulls off his jacket, tossing it onto a nearby chair. ) I'll fight you. I'll choke you out. I'll even fuck you senseless. Just say the word. ( he can't promise that he won't take it too far, his own emotions turbulent lately, but he can understand his need. )
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he wants to burn and burn and burn. ]
Hit me first. Get that tension out of you, then bleed it out of me. I'll give as good as I get.