#ascendaince

we love multiple thieves

She stares at him for a long moment, like that will riddle out what he’s getting at here better than her ears did. She is always waiting for some ugliness when they meet, expecting some indication of his secret falseness, some hidden Targaryen cruelty. But there isn’t is there? Not in him, not yet at least. Some time on the iron throne-- or working to get there-- might change that. Best to leave it at that for now. " I suppose. The world isn’t empty after all. But the ‘someone” isn’t always the ‘someone’ you’d want to see and then you wish there really was no one.”

Exasperated, he rolls his eyes, hand not currently being tended to bringing his wine to his lips. “Honestly Imelda sometimes I think the only reason you keep me around is for my upsettingly good looks. I’m just saying-- in the long run a solid collection of artifacts is worth more, especially if the bulk has provenance, than simply what’s in his bank account. It’s an investment.”  

“Of course not, that’s what my comically expensive satin slippers are for.” Said slippers are on full display as his feet are propped up on the table. They are very nice slippers with some very exquisite embroidery. “ --And the only thing that’s rude here is this ABYSMAL selection of tea you have. Honestly I thought you were an altus not a peasant steeping stable straw.”