* ◟∗ ⋅ lord rognar greyjoy said: we need to be careful.
his words summon aeryn back to her body ––– cutting through the silence which had befallen the room, and the near - endless noise which occupied her mind. she turned, verdant gaze eying him closely, countenance careful to betray none of what toiled beneath her surface. surely he, of all people, understood that the gravity of such a precarious situation had not been lost on her.
‘ i am not one who needs reminding of that fact, ’ the grey queen replies, sparing him none of the bite in her tone. she had only been echoing the same sentiment from the moment this all began. and how frustrating it was, knowing his own proclamations would be accepted readily and hers so quickly disregarded as apostasy.
eyes flutter closed as she exhales deeply, ruminating on just how bitterly she had articulated her words; for he was not her enemy in all this and meant no slight, something so insignificant not worth quarrelling over regardless of how high tensions were. aeryn paused for a long moment before deciding to cross the room, moving towards him silently, and with all her usual fluid grace. coming up behind rognar’s own imposing figure, lithe hands are gentle, slow, as they wind themselves around him ––– it’s the closest thing to an apology that ego would allow, the girl within her still trying to unlearn the idea that there was inherent issue in tenderness. ear is pressed against his back, and aeryn’s somehow grounded by the sound of steady heart hammering against his ribs, palms steadying as she breathes in the familiar scent of home, of the sea. her voice is lowered when she speaks again. ‘ what do you propose? ’














