@doronlaes continued from here.
aemond's quietly calm demeanour could only ever add to the elder's aggravation, ever hoping for someone who might rise up to meet him and bite back, or share in the anger that took hold of him from the slightest provocation. but where aegon's moods were fickle, changing rapidly from one moment to the next, aemond possessed a composure that he had never been able to replicate. he knew that his brother's calm did not mean he felt no ire, only that it burned cold while his own felt like flames would burst from beneath skin. a brief satisfaction rose up as aemond finally reacted, yet it faded just as swiftly. the words were an echo of those he'd heard before from the lips of others in their family, ones he would like to claim to be numb to and yet they still find their mark as intended. swaying slightly upon feet, the impression that a physical blow had been struck, though it was likely only a result of the wine that saturated his bloodstream.
returning to his own empty goblet sat upon the far end of the table from aemond, silence lingered as he reached for whatever remained of the wine, spilling half of what he poured over his own hand and the table below, but if he noticed, he seemed not to care.
"get out." words eventually uttered, voice dropped back to normal volumes, heavy handed as the wine jug clatters back to table, a crack travelling up its ceramic surface.