ᎢᎻᎬ ᏢᏆᎬᎠ ᏢᎾᏢᏢᎩ; ᏢᏚᎩᏟᎻᎾᏚᎾᎷᎪᎢᏆᏟ ᏚᏆᏞᏙᎬᎡ & ᎪᎢᎾᎷᏆᏟ ᏴᏞᎬᎪᏟᎻ
𝐴𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑛 "𝐵𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒" 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑒𝑛 𝑥 𝐴𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑖 "𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐸𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟" 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑒𝑛
(𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑟𝑝, 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑡)
To no surprise, Aerion had long been sat up, back resting against the wood. Most times, his dreams were merely the silence of night and other times, they were bizarre and blurred images. Luckily, his weren't as dreadful nor frequent as Daeron's. And for what little it was worth, he couldn't really perceive most of them anyway unlike his elder brother who had been sent off to Oldtown. Aerion preferred not to be sentimental, but he'd be lying if no loss was felt. Daeron was always better at this.
As for his other bothersome siblings, Aemond, well, it was a joy trading blows with him at unexpected of times or provoking him with his 'sacred texts'. Much to Aemond's dismay. That one hardly understood the meaning of entertainment except dusty books, the same old cunt every other night, and 'duty'. Duty his ass.
Aegon… Aerion never knew where he stood with him. It was rather unpredictable. In certain lights they got on well. A bit alike. Even so, the drunken and dull witted bastard in equal measure also promised him Hell. It was a coin toss with Aegon. What sort of jape was the fool going to strike with at a given moment.
Fate eerily called upon him, if Aegon landing in his room was any sign. Hell, it almost crossed his mind that a triggered dream was merely the result of Aegon showing up to him. But alas, Aerion wouldn't take such a thing seriously.
Lids narrowed, his violet eyes, less sharp than when he was awoken, lazed themselves onto Aegon and down the cup. A mask of nonchalance, feigning his sudden flare of quite the irritation at what could be a ridiculous stunt.
"Idiot. Where else would I be?", Aerion scoffed, a slight jab in his tone, as his chest rose in annoyance at the 'nightmare' remark, snatching the cup from Aegon. Naturally, he didn't grace his eldest brother with so much as a thank you, sipping the wine against his lips with a pursed lip at the subtle diluted taste, but thought nothing of it afterwards. Once Aerion slid it on the wooden table beside his bed, his eyes were back on Aegon's afflicted state. A small smirk reached his lips.
"Well well, here to joust with the dragon, brother? I thought you were into less discriminating tastes as of late"
Everyone knew about the pits… That odd fighting ring below. Some whispered that Aegon may have sired some of those bastards. In any case, it was neither here nor there for Aerion.
"That lunatic? Mm, you almost wound me. And you're the realm's delight"
Aerion's tongue clicking at the infernal insinuation, not without granting Aegon a eye roll of his own. As if he sought a human vessel. Yes yes, make fun of him but the blood of Valyria will always run deep in Targaryen. Though… Sure. He may have read a thing or two on Maegor. Which does not prove anything. Unless you're a conniving cunt, you know, Aegon. Realm's delight. They often called Rhaenyra that and considering Aegon's leisure habits… It really was fitting for the glutton. At the thought of 'glutes', Aerion's eyes flickered down to Aegon's hips briefly. However, its wandering to Aegon's backside was clearly blocked. It was more of a natural reaction anyhow. And so his vision landed back at Aegon's eyes with ease.
Speaking of reactions… Aerion noticed his muscles relax a tad… Everyone knew Aemond and Aerion were the most mmm… sword kindled of the brothers. Therefore, such a shift would cease to go unnoticed by Aerion. Unlike their younger brother, Aerion didn't have this constant guard up so he allowed himself to slump to where his pillow lay. He too was in his nightclothes, rather flimsy and fickle actually, seeing as he'd much rather go bare but that was, of course, denied. So make do.
"I doubt you're seeking to lull anything. Hardly a rewarding endeavor for a fool", Aerion hummed, his hand gesturing at Aegon's frame, his words coming out less aggressive than usual, not quite a whisp yet no edges. As if he wasn't taking it seriously. Not even picking up whatever Aegon concocted in that twitch of his lips Aerion caught a moment ago. Not the pierced emphasis in the warning.
The sly fox is now at the viper's side. Again, Aerion's impulse made his eyes track his elder brother's generous backside. Really he assumed he rid himself of that affliction by now. Seems not. Aerion's chest rose and fell with the calmness of a pond, his line of sight alternating between Aegon's face to his idle finger. Such a morbid sensation overtook Aerion. It's precisely why he wasn't a big fan of…. Wait a minute. Fuck. Poppy.
"Godsdamn fat arse. Poppy, is it?", Aerion tilted his head towards him with a pointed look. His tongue lathered across his lip in subtle frustration.
Any nonchalance washed away as the reality settled in. But Gods… His bones weren't nearly as itched as Aerion's emotions. If it were up to his body, it'd brush Aegon's nonsense and just snooze.
Aerion tracked Aegon as he strutted toward the edge of the bed. That arseling of an elder brother of his had the typical audacity to shrug it off, as though his confession were nothing more than a jest.
"Go on then. Mock to your heart's content. Forgetting madness runs thick in your own. So obviously"
A sort of gritted laugh, short, curled out of his lips. The amount of casualty he possessed in this moment, heavily induced by the poppy, was but a mere illusion. Aerion would be lying if he claimed he had never imagined this. Yet Aegon hardly granted him this transgressive attention. So how was he to foresee the turn?
"You grow unpleasantly insolent, you know. You are forgetting yourself, Aegon"
Aerion insulted with a huff that feigned boredom. He was anything but. Besides, crossing boundaries was second nature to both of the rowdy boys. What was othering about this whim then? Why should he treat it any different?
His thoughts were cut off once Aegon eclipsed over him and a sudden foreign warmth nestled at his legs, curtsy of Aegon's ass. Aerion's knees twitched, bending back in a jolt, Aegon positioned between them now instead of on top. For fucks sake... His back refused to lift yet. Too damn poppy soft for proper resistance. So Aerion's fingers coiled idly at the sheets, the glare causing a glint in his light eyes, as he stared Aegon down. Unfortunately, a faint heat betrayed the skin against his face.
"Aegon. Don't smart. What shenanigan is this?", Aerion held a warning, clipped, but edged.
Oh, he really would promise Aegon Hellfire if he continued to humiliate him. Either way, anticipation did build within Aerion if the subtle snake awakening right under Aegon, had been noticed. The poppy dulled his control and mobility... Even so, Aerion's fingers practiced for when he regained sensation. That would be his cue to remind his elder brother just how far he had been slacking. Though most of all... No one tamed a dragon. Even another dragon.
"Oh, and this isn't dubious enough? Enlighten me then, you thick skull"
Gods, he tried to swallow the sound, but a subtle breath still slipped once this damnable brother of his only climbed further. Look, it wasn't as if Aerion was inexperienced - but his brother had always been a 'sinful angel' in personality and appearance and it no doubt drew people in, something he'd spent years pretending he was immune to but alas.. Here they were.
If Aegon honestly believed Aerion wouldn't recover from these pathetic poppies, he was deluding himself. Mother's voice echoing in the back of his mind, the way she tended to berate Aegon with a single word - 'idiot'. That, he was not, but Aerion too preferred to taunt Aegon than soothe him. That simply was how they communicated. Nothing more, nothing less.
Aegon's ministrations at his thigh was not forgotten so naturally they jolted a tad and slid upwards at the sudden sloshing, unintentionally aiding in his mobility, his thighs supporting to hoist Aegon whether he compelled it or not. And the bastard just had to shift around so much, didn't he.
"Yet you, dear brother, are the weakest link. As usual, you adore flapping your tongue around blazingly. That 'precious' training is an illusion. You have it or you do not"
Aerion's jaw tightened, his words tight, at Aegon's gall at using his elder status yet again. Aegon knew quite well it'd flare him. Before he even registered the impulse, his hand had already flicked toward the counter, snatching up the knife behind the scorching candle, and pressing it at the column Aegon's neck, right at the nape.
"Fuck. You ought to have known I'm not one to stay down, brother"
He hissed slightly, his hand faltering - unwilling desire to uncurl. Aerion took the chance to slash a lazy and uncoordinated cut at the nape and down to the collarbone before it dropped. It came out more so as a serious of small broken up welts than a straight line.
Upon this brief act of defiance, Aerion's shoulders slumped back, the faint tremor of his fingers gathering at the sheets once more. A small victory for the slap. His mouth still curled in thinly veiled anger at that insulting action.
Aegon would pay dearly for this cheap pass at him.
