[ The sharp touch is something he’s gotten used to, and truly, he doesn’t always dislike, even with his ambition to prove to Aemond that it isn’t always necessary. His brush with death has taught him to be more careful, that despite the strides he’s made in learning to stick up for himself, there will be times when he needs to physically defend his person and not just his emotions. He can throw Tim around on the mats all day, and he’ll still have felt rougher, hands around his neck with a true intent to kill.
Being prepared for something else and receiving true softness instead makes him smile, his heart swelling something pleased and proud. His own lessons for Aemond are not so flashy, perhaps, as swinging swords around, but they’ve been heeded and have value all the same. Even his words are sweet. Tim fights to keep the shock from showing on his face, leaning to press a kiss to his cheek in turn, right at the bottom point of his scar. ]
Any time. I mean that. Oh, hold on. [ Reaching behind him around his neck to unclasp the token he was given at the start of this – it's not easy, with gloves. ] Um, my family name, Laughlin, it comes from the old country. We crossed the sea to America three generations back, in search of better opportunity. But it means ‘from the lakes’ - a lush, watery region that we came from, originally.
[ And so the token of his favor, now that he’s managed to unhook it, is a necklace with an opal pendant on it, in the shape of the lake on the grounds that they’re back to running around before dawn breaks, now that Tim isn’t spending his days moping in the graveyard. Whether his family by blood would cheer for him does not matter, since they’re not here, and Aemond is. ]
We’re no noble house, but I’d like you to have this anyway. For good luck.
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Date: 2024-11-11 05:01 pm (UTC)Being prepared for something else and receiving true softness instead makes him smile, his heart swelling something pleased and proud. His own lessons for Aemond are not so flashy, perhaps, as swinging swords around, but they’ve been heeded and have value all the same. Even his words are sweet. Tim fights to keep the shock from showing on his face, leaning to press a kiss to his cheek in turn, right at the bottom point of his scar. ]
Any time. I mean that. Oh, hold on. [ Reaching behind him around his neck to unclasp the token he was given at the start of this – it's not easy, with gloves. ] Um, my family name, Laughlin, it comes from the old country. We crossed the sea to America three generations back, in search of better opportunity. But it means ‘from the lakes’ - a lush, watery region that we came from, originally.
[ And so the token of his favor, now that he’s managed to unhook it, is a necklace with an opal pendant on it, in the shape of the lake on the grounds that they’re back to running around before dawn breaks, now that Tim isn’t spending his days moping in the graveyard. Whether his family by blood would cheer for him does not matter, since they’re not here, and Aemond is. ]
We’re no noble house, but I’d like you to have this anyway. For good luck.