it's a scary thing, to be trusted by anyone. aemond knows how difficult it can be to place trust in a stranger, harder still to try when intimacy comes into play. aemond can find himself in someone's bed and not trust a single inch of their body at all, never mind their intentions; he grew up in a pit of vipers and rats, the red keep's courts overfull with ambitious sycophants who would willingly tear each other down for a scrap of royal favour.
and capable has had it worse, having been used for her womb as so many women have suffered. his mother had suffered it, as had his sisters. he doesn't want to add to their hurts, and he doesn't want to add to capable's own hurt. ]
I'd like it for you to be certain. Is that too forward to ask? I do like you, Capable, and I'm like to accept what you mean to give. But I don't want to hurt you either, even if I mean not to.
We could try slowly. With touching, first? Is that all right?
[It's possibly the sweetest thing a man has ever said to her, she almost wants to cry. Splendid would like him, she thinks. The other girls too. She swallows around a lump of emotion]
Yes. That's more than alright. In the end, probably the smarter choice too.
I look forward to it.
[She feels a bit ridiculous, her stomach full of butterflies and all giddy. She rubs a hand over her face and pinches her cheek a little, laughing out loud at herself.]
I feel so silly. But I'm looking forward to trying.
[ he feels a bit silly himself, but it won't do to admit that now; one of them has to seem confident, at the very least self-certain. aemond doesn't mind standing in its place for now. ]
When you're ready, or when you feel comfortable enough to try with me again, I'll receive you happily. We can always shoot arrows in the meantime, even while it's cold out.
Be welcome, Capable. I look forward to your decision, too.
Archery would keep us warm at least. I've never been so cold in my life.
[It's fascinating and amazing but still bewildering. The water just...freezes like that sometimes? And instead of raining hard ice it's delicate snow?? Weird. So weird.]
Let's enjoy it while it lasts. Maybe by the time the warmth comes back I'll be hitting closer to the center of the target more consistently.
[She's at least hitting the target way more often than not now. But still, she looks forward to the time spent and on catching up afterwards]
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it's a scary thing, to be trusted by anyone. aemond knows how difficult it can be to place trust in a stranger, harder still to try when intimacy comes into play. aemond can find himself in someone's bed and not trust a single inch of their body at all, never mind their intentions; he grew up in a pit of vipers and rats, the red keep's courts overfull with ambitious sycophants who would willingly tear each other down for a scrap of royal favour.
and capable has had it worse, having been used for her womb as so many women have suffered. his mother had suffered it, as had his sisters. he doesn't want to add to their hurts, and he doesn't want to add to capable's own hurt. ]
I'd like it for you to be certain. Is that too forward to ask? I do like you, Capable, and I'm like to accept what you mean to give. But I don't want to hurt you either, even if I mean not to.
We could try slowly. With touching, first? Is that all right?
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Yes. That's more than alright. In the end, probably the smarter choice too.
I look forward to it.
[She feels a bit ridiculous, her stomach full of butterflies and all giddy. She rubs a hand over her face and pinches her cheek a little, laughing out loud at herself.]
I feel so silly. But I'm looking forward to trying.
do u wanna action?
When you're ready, or when you feel comfortable enough to try with me again, I'll receive you happily. We can always shoot arrows in the meantime, even while it's cold out.
Be welcome, Capable. I look forward to your decision, too.
only ALWAYS
[It's fascinating and amazing but still bewildering. The water just...freezes like that sometimes? And instead of raining hard ice it's delicate snow?? Weird. So weird.]
Let's enjoy it while it lasts. Maybe by the time the warmth comes back I'll be hitting closer to the center of the target more consistently.
[She's at least hitting the target way more often than not now. But still, she looks forward to the time spent and on catching up afterwards]