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if you see me crashing out over aegon and aemond no you don’t
“you look like you haven't slept.” (from daena)
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Ah, so she had noticed. A pity; Aemond had hoped to avoid the distress of his lady wife, but some things one simply could not hide.
“I haven’t,” he admitted, but remained quiet on the part he was certain she wished to prod about the most: why. He could say it was because he was still unused to the arrangements, and it would not be a lie outright. Aemond had indeed now spent the better part of his life sleeping alone, and suddenly having to share the space with another was something he likely would not be accustomed to for a while. Yes, if she asked, that was what he would say. Simply a matter of familiarity.
Beneath that lie, however, was a concern that had been gnawing away at him since news of the bethrothal came to him. To be wed meant to produce heirs, and even the third child of a litter of four was expected to perform such duties. A duty was a duty, and he had always performed what was required of him to the best of his abilities and without complaint, but… this felt different. Why, he could not entirely place.
They had been married for several days now, yet each time he thought of having to consummate the marriage, such levels of stress came over him that he found himself unable to perform even if he wished. And then he would seek solace away from her, consumed by his own distress (that he knew come not from a place of insecurity, for he did not truly care whether or not Daena found him tasteful), until he at last returned sufficiently distracted from the thought until the morrow after, in which the same torment would repeat again.
And now, Aemond found himself so consumed by dread that he could not even sleep. To say he was humiliated would be a grave understatement.
the young king cannot help but huff out a laugh and this time, he is truly amused by how glaringly wrong his brother is. their mother did not love him. their father did not love him. helaena did not love him. the people may love him but what did they know of him? if they knew aegon on the level that everyone else in their family did... they would not love him. "and what of you?" the answer is one he knows but he asks anyway it is some cruel form of torture that aegon must hear aemond confirm out loud what he knows to be true. his brother did not love him either.
"you are not as bright as you portray yourself to be." the elder of the two does not back down despite the fact that the composure of his brother was beginning to fray. it made him stand taller, his chin tilted upwards in defiance of all that was being said. "you are so blinded by a title, by a birth order, that you do not see the truth as it is before you."
a step is taken in his brother's direction, the space between them slowly disappearing. nostrils flare with irritation as he clenches his jaw, lips pressing into a straight line. "you do not know the half of it. all the times that i have had to hear mother compare me to you all the punishments i've endured on behalf of not treating you as she thought you deserved."
their mother had made it clear to aegon how she felt about the both of them. because of that, he could see no truth in aemond's perspective. "they would kiss the ground you walk on and all the while, i am the first son, the disappointment, that everyone wished was born last. because of you." his hand shoves against aemond's chest in that moment, but there is no real strength behind it. "and i wish the same. i wish it were you that were in this position instead."
his voice is softer now, yet no less bitter; his hues flickering between all the distinct features of aemond's countenance. his eye, the glowing sapphire that replaced the other, the curl of his lips. it lingers there. "poor darling aemond. a second son more revered than the first and still, somehow, you find yourself overlooked. was vhagar not enough to quell your insecurities? do you require my crown to finally put them to rest?" somehow, as he speaks, a taunting smile adorns his lips. perhaps his brother would finally break.
“Brother.” His hands twitched by his sides as they often did when he wanted to reach out, to hold Aegon and tell him there was no one who meant more to him, yet as always something—fear, perhaps—held him back. The dark whirlpool of emotions in his heart was far too much for him to bear, love and hate and affections and jealousies all at once for his brother, the one he had so revered when he was young.
Even now, his brother was so, so blind. Always blind to the plights of all who wasn’t him. How he hated Aegon—how he wished he could be Aegon. What use was there to act as though their birth order was not everything? That by virtue of being first, Aegon was afforded all that he was not?
“And where are they now, to kiss the ground in front of me? Where are they?” Aemond’s hands curled into fists by his side, his knuckles growing pale and his nails digging into his palms, just barely holding onto his emotions—
That was, until Vhagar was brought up, and at last the final threads of his composure snapped. Aemond was upon his brother in a flash, knocking him to the floor with a burst of strength. The man atop Aegon now was a far cry from the second prince Aemond, so clouded by fury and grief that he could no longer hide what had been broiling beneath the surface of his skin for so long. His eye was wide, his breath hot and heavy, and he gripped Aegon’s collar to lift his brother’s face closer to his own. “You tormented me-! You and those Strong boys, you- for ten years, ten fucking years you and those rats made me suffer while Mother watched, while Father laughed, because no one cares what happens to the second son!”
Something stung his eyes as he raved, his voice wavering with each word he shouted. He did not care anymore who saw, who overheard, only that Aegon saw what he had done to him. “Or did you forget it all? Were you too busy drowning in your cups and sinking into your whores to ever think about how I felt? You-“ Aemond paused, his voice cracking. He wished the anger could remain, but quickly he felt it too slipping through his hands. “You brought me a fucking pig, Aegon.”
His heart ached, so much so that he wished he could reach into his chest and rip it out, rip all of it out so he would never have to feel again. Maybe his life would be easier then. “And Father did not care. You didn’t care. I needed Vhagar, or you’ll all just… I loved you, and you hated me for it. I sought to be better than you, and it meant nothing, because I... I'll never mean anything when you are there.”
"can dragons take off and fly during thurnderstorms?"
. the question drifted quietly from one of the lower stands in the dragonpit. but it came from a brown haired young woman, who had slipped in quietly a few hours and been unnoticed since.
// from jeyne | @finding-jeyne
Aemond’s head spun at the voice, and so too did Vhagar’s head lift with a puff of breath. Most of the smallfolk knew better than to address him directly, with hardly a greeting or even with his formal title, and there were no women amongst the dragonkeepers. So who, then, was this little insect who thought she could speak to a prince in such a manner?
It was then that he noticed the unremarkable woman, and with a scoff Aemond drew his sword. “On your knees. Tell me which death you would prefer: my blade, or Vhagar’s flames.”
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ok replies time. on mobile though bc my fingers hurt real bad
maybe i will watch this episode. to ragebait myself
Bro what is happening in this season
Ok i am going to make an aemond & mama post because clearly NO ONE FUCKING GETS IT
problem 2 i don’t trust the writers’ infent for this scene to not be hehehehe look this guy is EVIL because he WANTS TO [redacted] which only EVIL PEOPLE DO so he’s EVIL because he WANTS TO [redacted] AND NOT ALL THE OTHER EVIL THINGS HE DOES
Bro what is happening in this season
Ok i am going to make an aemond & mama post because clearly NO ONE FUCKING GETS IT
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Bro what is happening in this season
🥃 + did it suck losing a fight to a bastard? And losing your eye during it??? :/
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Aemond stares down Daeron hard with his remaining good eye, and already he is considering drinking the shot just because. This one is very good at getting on his nerves. "Is it really a loss for me," he says, taking a sip of the shot, "if I gained Vhagar for it?"
i just think a trial by combat could. well. it would not fix aemond but it would make him feel something
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He whispers back: "Perhaps you will be first."
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okey off to have dinnah and then i’ll see aboyt answering some more memes yeyyy
do you think every targ prince(ss) who gets married has to do an awkward performance dance…
