/ @valyrius, aegon & aurane ( cont. )
AURANE IS STILL COVERED IN ASH. he'd followed aegon to rook's rest, landed syndor on the ground ; and when the enemy forces charged him, the shadowed prince held his ground fairly well. he did not see what happened in the air, beyond sunfyre streaking down to earth, like a comet. he'd chased the procession all the way home, slamming into the room where they said aegon had been taken. he'd feared the only thing he may see is his brother, battered and broken and dead ----
but he was alive. alive, and aurane can hardly breathe. it's as if he can feel his own skin burning, his own heart beating outside of his chest. " you will be fine. " he can hear himself say. there's strength there,but barely. aurane reaches out, takes a moment to smooth back the silver hair he'd so wished for as a child. " aegon, you must look to me. it will hurt, but you will be okay, soon. " aurane doesn't believe it even as he says the words, and he finds it hard to keep the tears from falling down his cheeks. as maesters and apprentices alike slowly begin working on aegon's burned flesh, aurane can do nothing but sit in a corner, head in his hands. if this ends -- if aegon stops breathing -- he would be next. he knows he would be next, and the idea causes a sudden dizziness upon him.
aurane does not leave the bedchamber for hours upon hours. the maesters leave and come back and leave again, and not once did they tell him to leave his twin's side. he would have killed them, if they had. as time passes, as aurane sleeps with his head against the edge of the king's bed, those same maesters come and bow lower to him. as if, in their minds, aegon was already upon a funeral pyre ! but he is not, and he is still breathing, and aurane's bleary eyes looks up to his face, whispering yet another soft anecdote in high valyrian. something pointless ; a story they'd heard as boys they'd both once had committed to memory, all for the hope of aegon softly repeating the words back to him.
