〝⠀what gave it 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 .ᐣ⠀〞 a sly leer decorated margins and drew more color across his face , far more content with the presentation of snow wearing one less article . 𝒂𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧⠀....⠀left nothing to the imagination and thus lay entirely exposed , with nowhere ᯓ ⤹

⠀would 𝒂𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 ever become more well 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 .ᐣ might as well ask a pig if it could fly ; it will never happen . their shoulders brushed casually ── embracing such gentle means of affection , even when up to nothing . he knew the twins would ask their ᯓ ⤹

⠀⠀he smelt of home ── yet 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 . something similar to a rich fruit or even a ripe blossom , but whatever it was , 𝒂𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 only wished to get high off it . the king would even argue he tasted better and the maesters know he had a horrible oral ᯓ ⤹

〝⠀so says my mother⠀....⠀〞he always found that awfully ironic of her to say , especially once the rumors started to spread . self control .ᐣ what was the point of being king if he couldn't 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑔𝑒 in the spoils .ᐣ 𝒂𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 lingered nearby and partially ᯓ ⤹

⠀⠀⠀〝⠀easy for you to say⠀....⠀i lack self control .⠀〞yet he obliges , grazing their hands against one another .

⠀⠀𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 . like there was ever such a concept in his vocaulary⠀....⠀especially when his desires were being met every step of the way . he was a dragon sat over a pile of gold , never once daring to part it , as much as every nerve ending in his ᯓ ⤹

⠀⠀⠀〝⠀and when has it ever stopped at hand touching , mmh .ᐣ⠀〞

⠀⠀⠀〝⠀i can't with my children 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 .⠀〞

⠀⠀⠀〝⠀i'll let you know when i am done with you .⠀〞

⠀⠀⠀〝⠀at least for now⠀....⠀until they get bored .⠀〞

⠀⠀⠀currently stuck in a council meeting , only able to withstand everyone because he had both jaehaerys and jaehaera there .

⠀⠀⠀it was a bizarre feeling⠀....⠀the excitement that came with eloping . to feel the weight of another on top , blood pumping like it had its own 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑠𝑒 . from his chest up was flushed and suddenly felt like an acute sunburn , even blossoming over the ᯓ ⤹

time be damned . it did not exist 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 . ⠀⠀behind these walls and doors , whether locked or left ajar , 𝒂𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 failed to exist to the world . it was early enough that the first rooster failed to crow ──half of the red keep encompassed in darkness . a ᯓ ⤹

⠀as much as his vision was obscured by the sheets , 𝒂𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 could still visualize snow perfectly . delicate features framed by chestnut locks , waves formed naturally by flow and humidity . he was a delight despite the lack of valyrian traits ── optics ᯓ ⤹

⠀freshly scented sheets enveloped the pale king , drawing digits over the surface where they covered his visage . 𝒂𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 was never a morning person ── sober or not , especially when the sun casted down its intense shine upon him . a tired shift beneath ᯓ ⤹

〝⠀mmh , no⠀....⠀〞crackly morning voice in full swing , covering himself with his sheet .

⠀⠀visible bedhead , barely able to sit up as he stumbles .

⠀⠀apart from the subtle darkness around his eyes , it was clear 𝒂𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 was not resting ── but he seemed less 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 . having been sober for nearly a week felt simultaneously fantastic and shit all at 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 . a drink with dinner was permissable , but ᯓ ⤹

⠀〝⠀i'd say it's a win .⠀〞𝒂𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 snorts to himself , hair neatly tucked behind both ears after a thorough brushing .

⠀⠀⠀〝⠀as good as expected⠀....⠀which is not much .⠀〞

⠀⠀⠀〝⠀morrow⠀....⠀did you just rise .ᐣ⠀〞