( there is a battle happening before him, within the confines of Aemond's mind and Jace cannot fight it for him. he understands the struggle well, of personal desire and duty.
it has been easier for him as his mother's son, of that he is aware.
he listens to the words and wonders if he is the right man to provide council. for all that Jace has had, he has shared with his brothers and good-sisters. yet that had all come willingly, for the relationships there are not only forged in blood but friendship that runs deep. or ran.
the reminder of Luke makes him square his shoulders, to drink the rest of the wine down. the urge to throw Aemond from his rooms rises and is quelled by memory that their house needs to maintain its alliances. that aside, they've muddled plenty. )
{ You want something for yourself in this place. Is that it? You are allowed to keep it. Here, there is no reason for your mother or for Aegon to know all. }
such magnanimity. such directness, perhaps honesty too. this might have been a bad idea, aemond realises, sitting back and straightening his posture. hands on the table, clear for all to see, palms flat on the cool, polished surface.
measured breathing, as he puts himself back together, moment by moment. ]
{You'll understand if I have reservations for simply taking that which I desire. It rarely turns out well for everyone when I do.
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Date: 2024-11-15 05:00 am (UTC)it has been easier for him as his mother's son, of that he is aware.
he listens to the words and wonders if he is the right man to provide council. for all that Jace has had, he has shared with his brothers and good-sisters. yet that had all come willingly, for the relationships there are not only forged in blood but friendship that runs deep. or ran.
the reminder of Luke makes him square his shoulders, to drink the rest of the wine down. the urge to throw Aemond from his rooms rises and is quelled by memory that their house needs to maintain its alliances. that aside, they've muddled plenty. )
{ You want something for yourself in this place. Is that it? You are allowed to keep it. Here, there is no reason for your mother or for Aegon to know all. }
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Date: 2024-11-15 12:04 pm (UTC)such magnanimity. such directness, perhaps honesty too. this might have been a bad idea, aemond realises, sitting back and straightening his posture. hands on the table, clear for all to see, palms flat on the cool, polished surface.
measured breathing, as he puts himself back together, moment by moment. ]
{ You'll understand if I have reservations for simply taking that which I desire. It rarely turns out well for everyone when I do.
Perhaps in this, too, I have overreached. }