#sunfyred

@sunfyred :: laenys kisses. kisses from laenys.

The skin of his face felt cool beneath her hands as she reached around him from behind, covering his eyes with her palms. She found her target at the nape of his neck, leaving a trail of kisses along the exposed skin as she moved towards his shoulder. If she could, she would spend all day like this, exploring every inch of him she could. For now, she would settle for a few stolen kisses and a game.

@sunfyred . ctd .

IF IT WAS NOT WHAT HE MEANT , HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE SPECIFIC . Maron meanwhile was doe - eyed innocence ; meeting the young king's laughter with lightly arched brows and the briefest uptick in the corner of his lips .

too many months had he now spent in Aegon's presence , often more intimately than most , to know all too well this wasn't what he'd had in mind . and here , in the quiet of his solar for a private audience after his absence , whatever he did have in mind would well be possible , too .

unfortunately for his King , the Kraken seemed to be in a playful mood .

"  I  𝒹𝑜  admire  your  𝐻ouse's . . .  𝒸ommitment  to  𝒻amily, 𝒴our 𝓖race.     ℳost  people  merely . . . visit  their  relatives.  "

maelor  is  old  enough  to  sleep  in  his  own  bed,  which  is  to  say  he  is  old  enough  to  sleep  without  crying.  he  remains  disoriented  for  the  first  moment  upon  waking;  his  father's  face  so  close  by  his  bedside  illuminated  only  by  the  lantern  in  his  hand  seems  to  maelor  as  if  from  a  different  memory.  he  rubs  the  sleep  from  his  eyes  just  to  find  them  wet.  quickly,  to  hide  his  embarrassment,  he  wipes  his  hands  on  the  blanket.

“  i  am  sorry,  father,  i  don't  know-  ”  as  maelor  readies  the  excuse,  it  all  returns  to  him  at  once.  it  was  a  dream  that  has  left  his  heart  heavy.  he  knows  he  has  no  control  over  his  sleeping  mind,  still,  maelor  looks  away  in  shame.  he  is  not  a  little  child  anymore  to  cry  for  his  mother  after  waking  from  a  nightmare.

i've  made  a  post  about  this  before  but  marg's  main  love  language  is  a  mix  of    physical  touch      &      spoken  words.    it's  well  known  that  margaery  will  use  words  to  get  her  own  way  or  to  move  a  conversation  into  another  direction,  like  we  saw  it  a  lot  in  game  of  thrones      (      plus  her  talking  joffrey  down  in  the  scene  w  the  crossbow.    olenna  you  taught  my  girl  well  .ᐟ        )      but,  when  she  loves  someone,  she  will  always  touch  them.    not  even  in  a  sexual  way      (      but  to  put  a  rumour  to  rest,  she  is  a  giver.      )        she  will  always  touch  her  partners  arms,  always  try  to  link  with  them,    always  show  her  affections  in  small  micro  touches  if  they  are  around  people.    showing  affection  is  her  favourite  thing  and  honestly,    i  see  it  as  a  massive  tyrell  thing  in  general.    they're  a  very  affectionate  family.  

@sunfyred . ctd.

HE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER THAN TO AGREE TO THIS . a night of merriment had been promised to his crew ; the first in months , with their captain and lord mainly trapped upon dry land , within the high walls of the Red Keep . all within the bounds of the law ( uncommonly so ) , they had moved from tavern to tavern , brothel to brothel , splitting up and meeting again , spending whatever monetary compensation Maron had received for his seat on the council , or bartering trinkets and treasures collected on journeys . the city itself feared them still and most refused to approach the strangers from the west . . . no better crowd to hide a king , supposedly .

a few hours into the night , the cups of wine shared with Aegon slowly addled his mind . still aware , still alert to his surroundings , what with the precious but concealed cargo Maron was hauling around the city , his senses remained heightened and every stranger passing by turned into a potential enemy . the comforts of pillows and drink pulled at the young captain nontheless ; and so long as he could feel Aegon leaning against his side , oozing warmth into his chest , they would be alright .

bright blue eyes had settled on the pair of onlookers for a while now . watching them chatter , look over occasionally , then putting their heads together again . they looked more a pair of libertines searching for someone to join whatever fun they had in mind for the night , than traitors to the crown - and still , their attention on Aegon unsettled him . ( concern for his king's safety ? annoyance at someone intruding on their night together ? possessiveness ? who the fuck could tell . . . )