——— cheerfully waved his feet in the air, still eating the fruit, and then reached for another one on a whim. licked his lips before laughing softly; laughter echoed quietly in the corners of the kitchen ———. huh, you’ve just ignored my compliment! never mind, i’m sure you’ll have time to cook;

i love you even more.

* Despite everything, it's still you.

——— lucerys thanked him for his help with a kiss. still felt fine, cheerful, though hungry. he hadn’t eaten much; he had to admit that the venison he’d been served at dinner had made him feel a little queasy—not to mention that the prince preferred to eat fish. as watched aemond closely,

i only have snails. . . but we'll be able to find something in the royal kitchen. they are always well-stocked for preparing huge banquets. if we’re lucky, there’ll be some garlic bread! ——— lucerys flashed a broad smile, setting off on a tour of the kitchen in search of ingredients. . .

——— he threw himself into his uncle’s arms, wrapping both hands around his waist—hands that traced his soft contours before bringing his face close to his. their noses touched gently, their breaths mingling, and lucerys’s smile widened ———. your kisses are sweet. . . mh, your lips are too.

i can’t say it.

yes. . . a kiss.

well, i could also eat something else sweet.

mh. . . yes.

* 🥺 . ——— approaching aemond after trying to snoop around the kitchen without finding anything to hom liking, looked at him curiously. although he wasn’t going to help him—he was a bit of a mess in the kitchen, usually eating his fish raw so he wouldn’t have to get his hands dirty—

𝒚𝒐𝒖.

alys can cook if she washes her hands.

i am looking at another sweet thing that i could eat.

that is so. . . adorable. please, i need to see how you bake something for me.

OH? really? i can help you. i’ve never done that in my life but i can try.

snail soup.

wait—what? do you know how to bake? i want to see that!

yes, but— only I am yours.

there isn’t. i already looked. * 😔.

she’s nice but i’ve seen her put her hands on the ground and i don’t know if i want that. . . use those same hands to cook.

i am your baby. * 😾.

yes. i don’t remember the last time i ate chocolate. i think it was on my name day.

yes, cherry cakes. i would kill someone for a sweet cake.

you are. * 🥺.

mh. . . apples.

gods. you are so endearing.

i will help you. i won’t leave you alone with anything—you’re my husband, and I’ll always be with you. ——— their faces met in a slow caress; gave him a deep look before leaning in to kiss him. he didn’t want to move from there;

to your lap?

⠀⠀ forever yours. ⠀⠀

you are all mine.

going to jump on my new knight * aemond.

( 🫦 ) gods. thanks to harrenhal for this.

It felt very real. ——— lucerys wanted to pout a little. he didn’t like Harrenhal; ever since he’d arrived, had a dark feeling, as if something were lurking within the walls. felt as though thousands of invisible eyes were watching him, wherever he walked, even when he stood still.

i have nightmares. it’s completely dark, and there is a lot of blood. ——— lucerys slowly moved into the older’s arms, clutching hands tightly as buried his face in his husband’s chest, seeking some kind of comfort that would likely never reach his troubled mind ———.

@peregrinusfool.bsky.social. my lord! do you want a lemon cake? it is breakfast time.

i am scared.

——— he’s been having strangers dreams. bloody dreams ———.

mh, are you sure? let me keep you company.

sister?

——— the prince found himself tangled up in his own sheets, sweltering in the heat, unsettled by the curious shadows cast upon the stone walls by the dancing flames. said nothing when the familiar footsteps appeared from behind the door, entering his chambers silently and stoically,

why the sad face? * ☹️ .

iksan jāre naejot emagon aōha rūs. nyke hae naejot gūrogon naqes hen tolvȳn konir sagon ñuhon.

oh. . . i would like to go. i would like to visit harwin’s family that has remained. he has been very important to my family and to me.

——— lucerys gasped against his skin, letting himself be led to the bed; he felt particularly at ease in that silence. although aemond said nothing, felt a little guilty for having given in to that possessive outburst. once his body was reclining against the pillows on the bed,

——— nothing prepared lucerys for the warm embrace of his brother, who stood naked, as if he felt no chill from the night wind at dragonstone. seemed a little small in his brother’s arms, receiving countless kisses, being doted on by his elder brother in a way that only he could.

( yawns. )

——— lucerys pressed his palms against his husband’s chest, clinging to him tightly as soon as climbed back up. long arms wrapped round him, in a way that was indescribable given the flood of sensations rushing through her mind ———. forgive me. forgive me.

/ PIPPIN. 🥺 omg, this is so cute.