[ As has been the case since that ghastly bacchanal, and all the good and bad that’s followed, even when she’s cursed him for his boyish naivety and lack of forethought, in thinking that if he made enough sacrifices and concessions that he could be enough to save a prince from himself. If Alicent had called to him, even in anger, he would have run to her. Such is the bond they shared and the promises he made, the obligation one feels when he strips himself to dress the wounds of another.
Tim is cautious of being too familiar or approaching too closely, after the disasters of their last two meetings, but he does step forward, cautiously crossing the bridge. She does have his glasses in her hand, after all – and without them, from a distance he can’t tell what rough shape they’re in. His head tilts slightly, a hopeful dog, always seeking a pillow from the same leg that’s kicked him. ]
And I know you weren’t yourself. [ Warmly. It’s been a cold and difficult month. To have something familiar, the two of them here again, is a comfort. ] I forgive you. I mean, part of it I offered, but even the rest.
[ What’s a few moments of pain and fear if it might open the opportunity to make amends? He believes her. They had worked so well together during the wolf games because this is something they shared, a strong distaste for violence and an even stronger drive to put an end to it. No matter her frustration or feelings of betrayal, she wouldn’t have abused him so if she were in control, just as he didn’t tell anyone, refused to tell of the true scope of his pain by hiding its source, keeping more from running into sharp claws and fangs, whether with open arms or pitchforks. ]
I had to learn some hard lessons fast. [ A jagged smile, nearing on self-deprecating in a way that doesn’t truly suit him. It’s hard to make light of staring down death. It’s hard not to, when this place makes such a mockery of it. ] I won’t go so far as to say I’m grateful, but I’ve learned from it, and that’s better than most of the pointless chaos this place throws at us.
[ Caretaker of this chapel or not, he is no priest, Tim has no demands of prayer or penance for her. Only grace, only forgiveness, only regret for his own foolishness. ]
I'm sorry, too. [ Bitten nails rubbing at the new finish on the pew, an elegant dark mahogany. ] For everything with Aemond. I thought I could help, and everything just got worse for everyone. It’s over now, but I should have never let it get that far to begin with.
[ He wonders if she already knows that. If he’s regarded highly enough to even be worth a mention. ]
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Date: 2025-01-17 05:34 pm (UTC)[ As has been the case since that ghastly bacchanal, and all the good and bad that’s followed, even when she’s cursed him for his boyish naivety and lack of forethought, in thinking that if he made enough sacrifices and concessions that he could be enough to save a prince from himself. If Alicent had called to him, even in anger, he would have run to her. Such is the bond they shared and the promises he made, the obligation one feels when he strips himself to dress the wounds of another.
Tim is cautious of being too familiar or approaching too closely, after the disasters of their last two meetings, but he does step forward, cautiously crossing the bridge. She does have his glasses in her hand, after all – and without them, from a distance he can’t tell what rough shape they’re in. His head tilts slightly, a hopeful dog, always seeking a pillow from the same leg that’s kicked him. ]
And I know you weren’t yourself. [ Warmly. It’s been a cold and difficult month. To have something familiar, the two of them here again, is a comfort. ] I forgive you. I mean, part of it I offered, but even the rest.
[ What’s a few moments of pain and fear if it might open the opportunity to make amends? He believes her. They had worked so well together during the wolf games because this is something they shared, a strong distaste for violence and an even stronger drive to put an end to it. No matter her frustration or feelings of betrayal, she wouldn’t have abused him so if she were in control, just as he didn’t tell anyone, refused to tell of the true scope of his pain by hiding its source, keeping more from running into sharp claws and fangs, whether with open arms or pitchforks. ]
I had to learn some hard lessons fast. [ A jagged smile, nearing on self-deprecating in a way that doesn’t truly suit him. It’s hard to make light of staring down death. It’s hard not to, when this place makes such a mockery of it. ] I won’t go so far as to say I’m grateful, but I’ve learned from it, and that’s better than most of the pointless chaos this place throws at us.
[ Caretaker of this chapel or not, he is no priest, Tim has no demands of prayer or penance for her. Only grace, only forgiveness, only regret for his own foolishness. ]
I'm sorry, too. [ Bitten nails rubbing at the new finish on the pew, an elegant dark mahogany. ] For everything with Aemond. I thought I could help, and everything just got worse for everyone. It’s over now, but I should have never let it get that far to begin with.
[ He wonders if she already knows that. If he’s regarded highly enough to even be worth a mention. ]