#drunkenusurper

[storiesofthenight]

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Aemond sat in the garden, a book on his lap, the only thing that seemed to bring him a bit of peace of mind these days. He felt off, the entire place felt off. He just couldn’t seem to relax except on moments like this. Whenever he found himself alone in the garden, a book in his hands and the sun on his skin, those moments he felt peace come over him, a calm he had forever feared gone settling in his bones. But as soon as footsteps reached his ears, the instincts flared back to life and his eye looked to find the source of it, only to let out a sigh of relief when he spotted his brother. “Aegon, … I was not expecting you here.”

[absolventiia]

@drunkenusurper continued from here.

to be heir ! the thought digs beneath his skin and puts a pit in his stomach, so much was the fear of the throne. he's seen what it has done to aegon and to their family besides. so aurane does what he thinks is the only option : he hides from it. of course, aegon finds him, just like aurane found him after jaehaerys.

" i cannot be your heir. " aurane speaks, finally, his words slightly slurred as he'd had far too much to drink in so little time. " if i am your heir, if i were to become king, it means you are -- . . " and what of his dreams ? the ones where aegon has the red flower blooming from between his lips, the petals choking him as he suffocates ? what of the throne, red hot and covered in blood ? the crown that lands at his feet, dulled by ashes ?

" you will not lose me, but i refuse to lose you also. you understand me, don't you ? you always have. " it curls into desperation, this feeling within him, and aurane steps forward, wincing as the guards behind him move like his own shadow. " nothing will happen to you, nor i. but i cannot be hounded like this, aegon. " the guard detail shifts as aurane places a shaking hand on his brother's shoulder. he switches to their ancient tongue, to avoid being overheard. " pōnta māzigon tolī nyke hae jaossa. nyke daor emagon lyks skori issi va, se nyke jaelagon naejot sagon mērī. "

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@drunkenusurper liked for a Daeron starter.

He’s never met his brother before. Only hearing from letters and news around the kingdom. If anything he’d never recognize him till he notes the strands of white hair. Looking closely at his face from afar he shifts slightly as Tess makes a soft noise behind him. She’s close, staring the stranger down. Finally able to fly off and get a break for a while and he runs into a man he feels he should know.

“Have we met?” He calls out to him. Tessarion making a curious chirping noise behind him. He smells like Daeron, similar blood. She approves and settles down behind him.

Tess is calm so he stays where he is. Only tilting his head at him. He doesn’t look like Aegon? But he honestly has no idea what aegon looks like. Plus… he was told his brother had died to Aemond. So who is he looking at with eyes similar to his own.

[absolventiia]

@drunkenusurper liked this for a king aurane au starter

dead, or supposed to be. aurane stares again and again at the small scroll delivered by raven. but the script is far too familiar, the handwriting he's seen a million times as boys, as men. there is no incriminating information, merely a place, a time, a promise.

aegon ii is supposed to be dead, and aurane has lived with that truth for six months now. each of his family members are supposed to be dead -- and the crown left at his feet still smoldering and covered in blood. it had taken him weeks to wake from his bout against daemon, and when he had, reality had nearly killed him. now, it is once again threatened.

still, aurane cannot hide the temptation ; he leaves the keep in the middle of the night as instructed, covered in a deep green cloak ( by coincidence, alone ), and moves towards the tavern they'd visited often. the king follows the familiar path through the rooms, finally finding a small door. he does not knock when he opens it, and the person he sees is -- " aegon. you are --. . . you are supposed to be . . " his voice dies out in his throat. dead, by poisoning, by some grand conspiracy. tears burn and threaten to spill, but aurane steps forward quickly, gripping at his twin's arm and pulling him harshly into a hug.

[helenaus]

The burden of grief was still apparent in the Queen Mother’s gaze, though that was tinted with just a dash of impatience at her son’s words. Had he learned nothing from his tragedies? Alicent could smell the alcohol in him from across the table and she made no effort to hide it, twisting her nose with a disapproving glare. His pain shielded him from worse, or else she would be yelling at his face. How aren’t you tired of letting us down? She emptied her cup in just one gulp, though there was only pristine water inside, then stared at him in silence with a soft shake of her head.

“I wish you to go forward with wisdom!” Her voice grew louder and exasperated as she banged her fist against the wooden table. “And what is your great revenge plan, Aegon?” she demanded with a reddened temple. “Do you even have one, or will you just go off on a killing spree to endanger yourself and your family even further? You still have a living child who needs her father – or have you forgotten?”

/ @drunkenusurper: from here.

[helenaus]

Jaehaerys. One name, and it felt like being cut in half. Helaena dropped her embroidery, watching the unfinished needlework on her lap with an aimless stare, holding back the tears just as they were on the verge of falling. Victory was such an empty word next to that name. Was that not supposed to mean safety? Yet the worst had already been done to them, and she'd come to realize since then that safety had been but a sweet illusion. Her eyes met Aegon’s, pleading and searching for the questions her tongue did not dare to ask. How important has that crown become to you?

“Grief,” was her answer. A thousand kingdoms would not erase it. A thousand vengeances would not make it easier to bear. Ten thousand bottles of wine would not make him forget, yet Helaena feared to say those things out loud. At least he still had something to hope for. “What justice can there be?” she murmured, brushing off an impertinent tear with her wrist. A useless gesture, as others soon followed in a stream, leaving her voice shaky and unsteady. “These were grown men. They had a future, wretched as that was. They had a chance to grow.” Her voice began to falter. "Something that our boy will never have."

/ @drunkenusurper; from here.

[absolventiia]

DASH GAMES. rate your muse's traits ! ft. aurane :

compassion:  8/10

bitterness:   8/10

happiness:  2/10

politeness:  6/10

chivalry:  7/10

pride:  9/10

honesty:  4/10

bravery:  8/10

recklessness:  100000/10

ambition:  4/10

loyalty:  9000000/10

love:  7/10

sense  of  family:  9/10

attractiveness:  100/10 (😉) 

agility:  7/10

sex  drive:  10/10

tagged by : @drunkenusurper !! tagging : anyone who wants to but also @rh4egar, @greendowager, @zaldarias !!

[absolventiia]

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incorrect quotes.

Aegon: You're right. Aurane: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?