THE UNLIKELY

sonny i think sometimes when i look at you i do look at you a little bit like a younger sibling who thinks the world of their cool older sibling and always wants to join in on the fun, and you, by the joy and sweetness of your heart have always happily opened the door. i don't think i felt it this strongly before, before i was just happy to be let into your beautifully colorful and joyful world (because what a joyful one it is between linda and robb) but i certainly feel that way now as i feel like i'm stumbling head first right into the great unknown that is this world you love.

something i admire about your blog is the aesthetics. i think you have a talent for finding such wonderful visuals to compliment everything, and your pinterest is equally as incredible. i love venturing through there and seeing all that you save and collect. everything always feels like one great cohesive tale and i think that's no easy accomplishment. you have balanced the bright and shiny world of snow that robb loves with the dark complicated media that is asoiaf. it's hard to explain but everywhere in all of it i feel like i see the pink of his cheeks that you talk about. even your writing is so expressive in the visual details. it's all just so beautiful and rich to enjoy

i could say so many things about you for every category of this meme, there's no shortage of compliments to pay you, and no i'm not at all biased in saying that. in fact i'm not even the first to tell you any of this, because what i see in you is what everyone else who has been pulled in by your friendliness and desire to share sees too. phoenix, there's no one else i'd trust as much as you to portray a character with so much depth, darkness, and yes, cruelty. you often take characters with complicated morals and what i have always admired is your willingness to not only admit this, but confront this trait head in your metas and headcanons. you don't brush over things, you don't romanticize. you're very forward about it, but always careful to speak about it with the respect and sensitivity that topics and people like this demand. you accept that they are flawed, you don't ever smooth out the edges, and you also have a way of seeing how the seeds planted in media might grow. i have always found it to be inspiring about you. you can take what's just one line and make a whole novella out of it.

but i think what makes it so especially incredible to write with you is just your heart. you ask thoughtful questions, you're always curious to hear more and world build with others, you're willing to explore the great unknown. i can't speak for everyone but it's certainly what charmed me the first time we wrote together. you always make other people feel heard, you share in the excitement for our muses, and it feels like being a kid on the playground finding out that someone else likes the same thing you do. thanks for writing with me, thanks for the privilege of knowing you :)

the squire is no stranger to a long journey, or days worth of labor. there have been many a days when ser duncan has chosen a task, whether with intention or not, that has run egg into the ground. even being on horseback for so many days comes with exhaustion, but with his youth, by the rise of the morning sun, he's boundless with energy again.

this time, there was no hedge knight to demand the task, instead egg was in search of him, and he hadn't a horse to make the journey with, only his boots that he swore must be missing their bottoms from how long he's been walking. it had become increasingly more difficult to keep up any kind of level of stealth. under heavy and tired steps crunched leaves and branches. even his breathing, too loud to be discreet, as his chest puffed from the exertion. his small legs could only take him so far each day, and the morning of every next he always had to begin by closing the distance he couldn't initially cover. it was only a matter of time before he was caught, face to face with the rogue, and repeating the same plea for help that he gave her when their paths first crossed.

i write aegon pretty much from his childhood through the end of his life. a lot of threads will probably by default fall in the younger range but i absolutely am more than willing to explore an older egg whether he's still a squire, a knight of his own, or the king. older egg may require some plotting before hand just to help create a mutual understanding of what's occurred over the years but please don't be shy to ask or reach out about writing with an older egg. in that same vein, you might just get an older egg because i found that the meme or starter you gave me fit him better at one point in time over the other. your muse is not limited to meeting/interacting with egg only when he is a child

given how young i do write egg there will never be any nsfw stuff on this blog. i'm hesitant to even include much romance on this blog with others and aegon himself has no interest in romance until his teen years. for any romantic ships that might happen, these will only be done with writing partners that are close friends and people i trust, and will always be between age appropriate muses. i do recognize his eventual marriage to betha blackwood and will probably expand on their relationship over time

i do not acknowledge that he was betrothed to daella or that rhae love potioned him. i acknowledge that things like this were commonplace in targaryen history & culture, but i don't wish to acknowledge or portray it on my blog or in my writing

i adhere to the book canon that egg does not run away but rather is given permission by maekar to go squire for dunk. the ring is important and so are the rules he gets from his father which guide much of his journey. i think any other path would alter aegon's ambitions as well

he misses his family while traveling. he talks about them in passing through stories he shares with dunk though he won't explicitly admit to missing them or wanting to cut anything short. he does however wonder what they're getting up to and where everyone has ended up. having left them all after such loss and having only heard about valarr's death in passing, he feels a pretty great disconnect and anxiousness about his family's future, but he wouldn't change his decision to squire for dunk

while traveling, he always keeps his head shaved or dyed and he is sure to wear a hat and plain clothes. even while at ashford, nobody recognized him while he was dressed like this so please don't assume without prior discussion or canon acknowledgement that he'd be recognized during his time spent on the road

aegon does return to visit his family after about 5-6 years of traveling. it's an awkward reunion given how much time has passed but he is happy to reunite with them for however short of a time before returning to their travels

he fights in the third blackfyre rebellion in 219, which also is somewhat of a turning point overall for egg. around this time he becomes a knight in his own right, gets married, and begins to take up more princely duties. by the time his father is made king, he plays an active role in court

as he gets older, he does start to naturally forget some of the details of ashford, even as traumatic as it was for him. he will never forget it entirely, he will always remember the rush of panic watching dunk lay in the mud, and he will always remember the sight of baelor dying and he's heard stories of the tourney retold a hundred times over, but the memories do get foggier with age

he swears so much and he always has. he's been swearing up storms of curse words since he could string together sentences and maekar is in fact to blame for this. he does it openly until someone tells him off for it but more likely than not he will start swearing again in front of them eventually. it's kind of obvious when he gets very fed up by something because all those princely court manners go out the door and instead of besting anyone with wits he just calls them bastards and fuckers

his ambition to bring the dragons back is more rooted in the political turmoil and constant rebellion he faces as king with his lords than it is in dragon dreams or believing it to be any kind of destiny. he sees dragons as a means of getting respect back, and being taken seriously. he wants to be the one that's special and noticed and listened to, and the amount of backlash he faces drives him further toward any means where he might get that respect including a terribly dangerous ritual