ย ย ย ย ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ย ย crackling fire, the creakingย &&ย charred walls of harrenhal.ย ย the pair of them sat at the end of the witches bed closest to the fire where warmth radiated off of the flamesโtalking, as they often did in one anotherโs comforting company, about his dragon, about her ability to mutter spells.ย ย at some point, it seems alys had brought herself closer to the princeย &&ย taken his hand, largerย &&ย more calloused than her own, into her lap.ย ย fingers ran indistinguishable patterns about his palm when conversation seemed to be reaching its end for the night. . . head quick to rise from where eyes had been fixated on his hand, fingers around his own, when alys found herself increasinglyย ๐ฌ๐ต๐ธ๐ผ๐ฎย ย to aemond. she could feel the breath on her cheek, the way his eye gazed at her so intently . . a moment passed, body tilting forward while keeping eye contact.ย ย ย :ย ย ย (ย ย a small nod of her head in permission, the intoxicating anticipation as breath mixes together,ย &&ย for a moment you both swear you can hear the others heart.ย ย )ย ย nose briefly brushes against his own, eyes fluttering closed as lips made contact with one another.ย ย soft at first, not entirely timid, with the first peck yet itโs the second, the one that has aemond placing his hand along her throat to draw her backย ย ๐๐พ๐๐ฐ๐๐ณ ๐ท๐ธ๐ผ,ย ย that held the most fire, the post passion.ย ย alys makes a small noise into his mouth, hand that held his instinctively raising to place against his chest right below collarbone.ย ย ย the brush of his thumb against her skin, kisses persisting, sends a shiver down witches spine.
