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─⋆𐙚 little self-gratuitous aerion loredump & hcs

aerion has an open bite and a lisp due to an oral fixation he’s had ever since he was very little. he would self-soothe by sucking his thumb as a baby, but continued to do so well past the age he should have stopped, and is still trying to break this habit, often catching himself bringing a fingertip to his lips. daeron finds his little brother’s lisp a sweet thing, and thus he encourages aerion to indulge himself in the comfort he derives from the habit, for he, the elder brother, says there’s no shame to be had in it for a princeling, but their father, maekar, urges aerion against it, for he fears aerion’s speech impediment might humiliate him.

(inspired by finn bennett’s cute little lisp of course)

aerion knows he’ll get anything he wants—all he has to do is offer a pretty smile to disarm whoever it is he seeks something from—yet somehow doesn’t realize how spoiled he is, which is, perhaps, one of the reasons why he’s so spoiled. he is known to throw tantrums and have emotional meltdowns when he’s not so easily given one of his wants or when something doesn’t go his way, and thus his family members relent to each and every single one of his demands, worsening his spoiled nature and enabling him further. both his father, maekar, and his brother, daeron, especially go out of their way to comfort and soothe him amidst these catastrophic emotional meltdowns, and thus aerion continues to bathe in the blissful ignorance of his own prince treatment while also having his devastating emotions constantly validated by the comfort his brother and father give him.

aerion’s hair is always neatly cropped very very short, and he is strict about that haircut maintenance, never letting it grow past his ears. my favorite thing about his hair is that it’s so delicate, and so light of a silver-blonde, sometimes you can see the pink of his scalp and i find that so endearing and cute... my baby

aerion’s modern au wardrobe consists of high-end, designer-brand clothing, but a lot of his daily, casual attire gives quiet wealth, and thus his style can be very beautifully simple, with no logos and no branding, only embellished with the most delicate of details like a lace trim peeking through at the waistline from the hem of his underwear, and silver, gold, or white-gold jewelry with dainty dragon details, often decorated with rubies and amethysts and diamonds, and sometimes even pearls. im of the opinion that he’s too elegant and beautiful for anything otherwise. a huge part of his character is that he appears sweet and dainty but something more malicious lies behind that beauty, rather than being outwardly intimidating e.g. “the pretty ones are always temperamental” having been said to describe him by his own kingsguard… so i prefer him with a more subdued and delicate fashion, where it’s simple but each piece is designer, tailored, and perfectly curated to his exquisite tastes.

─⋆𐙚 favorite gifts from one another, inspired by a prompt from my close friends’ fic/writing server

daeron’s favorite gift from aerion: the gift of aerion himself, of his birth and of his existence in its entirety.

for seven years daeron felt alone in the world, hated by his father for being the fruit of an unwanted marriage arrangement to daeron’s mother that maekar still had yet to come to terms with after having been in love with his own brother, prince baelor. born with his mother’s features, daeron served to maekar a constant reminder of the reality his life had come to, a reality he’d so loathed. as such, he, tormented too by horrific dreams of impending doom in his future that always came true, could never excel in any of his pursuits and thus became a stark reminder, again, of all of maekar’s failings as a father. daeron’s mother, dyanna, was kind to him, but such kindness was an inadequate compensation for what pain he’d suffered as but a small child. until aerion came along. a joy to all, aerion was. prized and precious to many, but never so much as he was to maekar and to daeron himself. aerion was indescribably beautiful, let alone how sweet and amiable his lovely warm demeanor was back then, and grew instantly attached to his elder brother, looking to him for guidance, comfort, affection, protection, and seeing daeron never for any of his transgressions or failings but rather admiring him for his charming wit, his unquestioning compassion, and his benevolent nature, even if the tortures of his dreams bring him to destroy himself and drown his best qualities instead in his drunkenness—but aerion would grow to call those dreams a gift, or a power, rather than the curse daeron had long known them to be.

aerion’s favorite gift from daeron: his unconditional love, guidance and comfort.