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“ You have too much on. “ He complains. Canary airily chuckles. “ Do I? “ He asks almost innocently despite the circumstances. Aegon’s hum of agreement is almost pained sounding. His hands are much less gentle of a dance. Hands quick and aggressive when he pulls Canary’s shirt off. He strokes his side a couple times before gripping his waist and shifting them from making out against the bedroom wall to pressing him into the mattress below. Canary nips at Aegon’s lip, earning another pretty groan.

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Canary whines to Jason and gets a ride back home, he gets mad af later that night and walks back to the Targaryen household and gulp. Gulp. gulp. No better way to get back at your ex boyfriend than sleeping with his brother right?? Aemond put the magic the gathering cards down I’m trying to suck you off?? Anywya Canary calls Aegon and tells him about it, Aegon shows up at his door a little while later, apologizing ensues, Canary is bothered thats what made him apologize but doesnt gaf he just wants his boyfriend back and Aegon is promising to be faithful so Aegon takes them back to the lakehouse ( car is named sunfyre. ) and the carride is like gay as hell and they get home and make out and make up fuck but thats embarrassing to write. My stomach hurts  fuck my life fuck my stupid life

“ Flowers are typically for women, you know. “ Aemond scoffs as Canary gets back into the car, a small bouquet of lilies in his hands. “ I didn’t ask you. “ Canary shoots back a glare. At least now he had something. At long last, the car rolls to a stop in front of a pathway. Canary swallows as the surroundings become hauntingly familiar. “ We’re here. “ Aemond announces as if it weren’t clear enough. “ I’m wishing you luck. You’ll need it. “ Canary sighs. “ Thanks, Aemond. “ He says this sarcastically, but as he gets out of the car, he leans back in to say it again. “ I mean it. You didn’t have to do this. “ Aemond looks away. “ Please, just go. I have things to do at home. “ Canary knows him well enough to know that basically means you’re welcome. He closes the door with an unreturned smile and wave. The walk up is basically the hardest part. Or maybe it was the staring at the doorknob before he knocked. This time, though. He did not get to think in silence. Music blares from within the walls, confirming that Aegon was definitely here. Wow, he actually got the house in the will! Good for him, he thought. No amount of praise could make him less nervous, though. He isn’t sure what possesses him to knock so suddenly, but there he goes. It’s done before he can take it back. Palms are sweaty as he looks to his feet. Bracing for the door opening as if it were a strike to the face. He’s suddenly hyper-aware of how he looks. Did he braid his hair finely enough? Why did he pick this outfit? Does Aegon even like lilies?? “ Hell- Oh, shit. “ The door swung open, and there stood the heir himself, a woman on his arm. Canary’s eyes widened. “ Who’s this? “The lady asked. “ Who’s this? “ Canary asks back. Aegon buffers. “ Nobody important. “ He pushes her arm off of his. She whips her head around, reeling her hand back like he’d burned it. “ Excuse me? “ Canary can barely compose himself enough to say anything. He has half a mind to at least get her out of this situation before he explodes. “ It’s nothing about you. He’s like this. “ He takes her hand, gently urging her to get herself someplace else. She huffs when she walks away. “ My Canary. “ Aegon grins. It’s promptly wiped off his face when he slaps him. “ You have to be fucking kidding me, Aegon.” He blinks in shock before he can manage to get upset in return. “ What are you on about?? You haven’t been home in– Hell. I don’t even remember – “ “ You don’t remember? “ Aegon pinches the bridge of his nose. “ That isn’t the point! You haven’t been here! I didn’t know if you’d come back! “ “ So that means you fuck whoever you want?? “ Aegon shrugs. “ I mean.. Yeah! “ Canary throws the bouquet at him, aiming for the face. “ Fuck you. Aemond was right. “ Aegon half laughs at that, looking down at the lilies that’d fallen on the floor now. He wants to lean down to pick them up, but before he can, Canary begins to walk off. “ Hold on. You’re leaving? You just got back! “ Canary continues to take his leave. “ Call one of your toys instead! “ Aegon pouts. “ They aren’t toys! They’re women! Beautiful, beautiful women! “ ending babble.

It’d been a long while. Impossibly long, especially for the young. Canary dejectedly knocks on the door, heart in his throat. It’d been a couple years ago, now. He stood on this doorstep in the snow, older brother urging him to get in the car. Only a few moments ago, then. His boyfriend admitted to hiding someone from him. He remembers staring at the door, committing it to memory on purpose. Just in case this was the last time he’d see it. The splintering wood. Where the paint chipped. In the 5 or 6 years since he’d been here last, they repainted. They must have. It skews more an ivory, versus an eggshell. Or perhaps it’d simply aged that much. The weight of the silence from behind the door begins to weigh on his shoulders. Maybe they moved? What if they no longer reside here, and hadn’t for years? What if not a soul remembers them, either? What then? Would he have to result to finding Alicent on facebook, and go from there?? The trail of sickly dispositions is quickly put to an end by the door creaking underneath the heavy locks coming undone. Canary swallows, pushing a stray hair behind his ear. Posture now straight. The door slowly peers open to reveal.. Who is that? Canary squints. “ Aemond ..? “ He blinks a few times. “ The surprise is mutual. “ Aemond responds. Canary cannot believe his eyes. This boy grew overnight! And.. “ Your eye– “ “ Fishing incident. “ Aemond can basically read minds now, he knew what he was going to ask. “ Right.. You’re so tall! “ Canary quips next. Aemond gives a dry laugh. “ You haven’t been around. “ Canary nodded, sighing as he decided he couldn’t beat around the bush anymore.  “ Where’s Aegon? “ Aemond knew it was coming, only a matter of time. He rolls an eye as he responds. “ At home. “ Canary looks around expectantly. Aemond shakes his head. “ No. His new home. The lakehouse. “ His eyebrows furrow. “ Oh.. Viserys.. “ Canary frowns. “ I’m so sorry, Aemond. “ Aemond could care less. He shrugs. “ Don’t pity me. Send your condolences to my mother. “ Canary shakes his head. “ I mean, I will.. But he was your father! “ Aemond stares blankly. Canary sighs. “ If you say so, I suppose. Wasn’t the lakehouse going to Rhaenyra? “ Aemond nods. Canary becomes visibly concerned and Aemond is quick to correct his implication. “ He changed his mind. “ Canary smiles. “ What’d she do? “ Aemond shrugs again. Helpful. “ So..”  Canary laughs. Nothing was funny, he was just uncomfortable. “ ..Do you have the address? “ Aemond scoffs. “ You still want to see him? “ Canary nods, and he can feel the displeasure radiating off of the taller boy. “ If you’re going to call me something, get it out and give me the address.” Canary huffed. Aemond sneers. “ I didn’t say anything..” “ Yet.” Aemond smirks, though still wordless. “ You still can’t drive, can you? ” Aemond looks around behind the blonde, affirming that there were no vehicles in sight. “ You plan to walk to the lakehouse? “ Canary hesitates. “ I guess. “ He didn’t think about it much. Tyland was a little busy to be driving him around. Aemond crosses his arms, shaking his head. “ Helpless.”  Canary furrows a brow. “ There it is. “ Aemond lets out a big sigh before leaving the doorway, leaving Canary confused. “ Where –” It isn’t long before he returns, a lanyard in hand. “ Come on.” He pushes past the confused bird, closing the door behind. Canary squeezes a confused blink. There is no way baby Aemond was driving before him. Right? Aemond waltzes over to a old, huge, death trap of a car. Canary winces at how unapologetically obvious it was that it belonged to Aemond. He scolds himself as he follows. Continued.