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King of Storm's End. (PARODY)

maulstrom β€’ bi β€’ mature themes
Joined October 2020
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Lyonel was more than happy to flash her a sweet smile back, and despite him walking by, he turns to her and presses his hand to his chest. The Lord wriggles his fingers and continues his journey to the library. Once they arrive, he pushes the large double doors open to reveal +
Replying to @BRlGHTFlRE
he sees her cowerβ€”π˜¨π˜°π˜°π˜₯β€”and then spares not another single second on her, instead catching up with the Lord Baratheon.
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the seemingly endless rows of books. "Take your pick." He walks to a nearby table and grabs a decanter of wine. A touch up won't hurt.
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The way Lyonel saw it, it was different. A once in a lifetime sort of thing and something about that told him to savor it. One could never tell if this will ever occur again. And life was too short. "Just down this hallway."
He simply nods at that, following along, looking at the floor ahead. With that light frown now on his face, he looks almost... shy? As if embarrassed by the request now, or perhaps of the fact that He, Prince Aerion Brightflame Targaryen, had to /ask/ for such a thing.
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Mm, that's right. You may come upon undiscovered gems. Come along. (He walks on ahead)
If you wish. I am not picky, just suggested it because... well, you never know what you might find, in the library of a keep such as yours.
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( it is evident that hasn't occurred to him as the reason why for all this. So, Lyonel looks surprised. Though, he shouldn't be. Not really.)
... I cannot tell if you are just /that/ dense or if you simply want me to say it. ( HUFF. ) I wish to spend time with you, you oaf. What we do matters little.
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Do you really need me to show you the books I possess, Princeling? You could simply head to the library. ( Arches a brow )
( Clearly not buying that AT ALL. But he won't comment on it. Choosing peace for once. ) Then how about... you show me what books you have? I never took the time to have a proper look at them. We could share something to drink while we're at it.
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The embrace was just what he required in the moment. Lyonel's eyes close, taking in that familiar scent of Aemond. How it comforts him so... Once he feels him lean back, Lyonel opens his eyes to look at him. He hadn't had enough of that embrace. It wasn't even close. A β€”
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dramatic sigh leaves his lips. "My daughter has awful taste in men. It's very sweet that she has a daughter. My sweet granddaughter... but the man! It's unthinkable."
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He adored that look in his eye. Of course, he did. Lyonel leans into that touch and closes his eyes just as his lips brush against the prince's. A firm, yet gentle kiss follows.
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the tip of his thumb grazing his cheek before deliberately tracing it back up and down. "π˜©π‘š."
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Lyonel's eyes were all over. Not in avoidance but keeping up with his guests. It was /his / party after all. It wasn't until he felt Aemond's hand on his knee that he looked back at his pals lover. He gives him a look that was almost apologetic. 'im sorry that I was looking β€”
Replying to @meurtrierefolie
cheek brushing against his shoulder before they continued to exchange glances. he no longer wished to look at anyone else, but only at him. left hand delicately and surreptitiously slipped under the table, around his lord's knee.
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at these people and not you. That I wasn't showering you with attention when you're the only one who deserves it.' Lyonel offers a smile and it's promptly hidden by the glass as he sips more wine
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