But he doesn't KNOW. And Daemon might decide now is the perfect time to show up and start a fight. If something happens, you need to tell me and Hawk and Quentin at LEAST. Maybe more people. Daemon's not afraid of killing, remember.
Tim, that's not remotely true. You couldn't have known. And you were giving her space.
If there was even a chance, one of them would be dead right along with her.
I know he's crazy, but I don't think it was him. They described it more like she was mauled, not stabbed or slashed.
I was giving her space because I put Aemond's feelings over hers. And I did it again last night, we were making out at Otherworld while she was bleeding out.
He could be waiting or biding his time or something. I'm not saying to run away and leave them vulnerable, I'm saying be careful. There are people here who will celebrate this.
It wasn't your fault. If it wasn't mine, for not keeping a close enough watch, it wasn't yours.
Yes. I have been, since I heard the news. Him and you and Aemond and Aegon.
[Not Catholic, but the guilt is still there -- he should've been watching Alicent too, should've been using this stupid, frustrating, overwhelming power to do something useful, instead of drowning it in Otherworld.]
I can't lose you too. I can't do it. I don't care if it's selfish, I'm not letting that happen.
It won't. I'm stronger now. It gets easier every day.
[A soft press, a mental nudge, the equivalent of an embrace, warm and protective and sizzling with something deliriously powerful, wrapped around Tim like a shield.]
[ Bright yellow’s faded into tarnished, crumbling rust. Love still flows through him freely, but it isn’t joyful, woven close with fear, with worry, with guilt. Guilt on guilt on more guilt, so many layers of it that he can barely think, only serve, in hopes of alleviating even a little bit of it. Tim feels Koby reaching out, and he’s still not used to the sensation that goes along with it, but for a second, the slightest second, he relaxes. Exhales without his chin wobbling with a barely repressed sob. ]
Yeah. Thank you.
You look after me, so I can look after them. If you need anything
Well, I’m sure Quentin’s got you covered
But if you need him, talk to Hawk. Between the two of you I’ll be fine.
[It's still difficult to use the full extent of what's awoken -- as a weapon or even as defense, the myriad purposes of such power still escaping Koby, even after weeks of practice. But this, at least, he can do. He can nudge that blushing pink warmth up against the pained, grieving, guilty mess of Tim's mind, embrace him fully and unflinching, whisper I'm here, I'm here, I'm here as many times as it takes. That part comes effortlessly.]
Right. I take care of you, you take care of them, we take care of each other, and it'll end eventually. She'll come back and tell us off for worrying so much.
He does. [Quentin’s got him, even when he doesn't ask for it, even when he doesn't think to need it.]
I'll keep an eye on him too, just to be safe. Make sure he's sleeping. Make sure YOU'RE sleeping, because you're no help unrested.
I can't imagine. They're both a mess, I'm sure. I hate that this is happening, but I'm glad he has you. I'm glad he isn't alone in this.
No, obviously. Nobody hogs blankets like Quentin. I miss that. I miss how simple things felt in the summer. I'm glad they're better, with you and Hawk, but...
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How bad is it?
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He said she was gored. So it's bad.
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I mean
I can feel it.
I more meant how bad a state are they in?
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What about you?
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I haven't been checking regularly, but if you're there too, I'll keep watch, just
In case. Just in case.
What about me?
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Koby. You love her the same as I do.
[ More, probably. Tim said he would be there, and he wasn't. ]
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[He doesn't say in case Aemond snaps and lashes out, but the thoughts there.]
If I dwell on it I won't be any help. I can't think about it.
She'll be fine. She'll come back.
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[ He knows what he means. There won't be. ]
It doesn't make it hurt less. It didn't last time, either.
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I'm angry. I'm so angry it's scaring me. It shouldn't have been her.
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[ If only a fight were our biggest concern regarding Daemon! ]
No, it shouldn't have been. I feel like
like I should have been there. After last time, I promised her this wouldn't happen again.
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And Daemon might decide now is the perfect time to show up and start a fight.
If something happens, you need to tell me and Hawk and Quentin at LEAST. Maybe more people. Daemon's not afraid of killing, remember.
Tim, that's not remotely true. You couldn't have known. And you were giving her space.
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I know he's crazy, but I don't think it was him. They described it more like she was mauled, not stabbed or slashed.
I was giving her space because I put Aemond's feelings over hers. And I did it again last night, we were making out at Otherworld while she was bleeding out.
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I'm not saying to run away and leave them vulnerable, I'm saying be careful. There are people here who will celebrate this.
It wasn't your fault. If it wasn't mine, for not keeping a close enough watch, it wasn't yours.
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[ Sorry Koby he's not arguing with you, catholic guilt go brrrrr ]
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[Not Catholic, but the guilt is still there -- he should've been watching Alicent too, should've been using this stupid, frustrating, overwhelming power to do something useful, instead of drowning it in Otherworld.]
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But I won't, because I can handle it. Just like listening to a couple radio stations at once.
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But okay. I believe you, and I trust you, I just can't deal with your head exploding while someone's dead again.
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It won't. I'm stronger now. It gets easier every day.
[A soft press, a mental nudge, the equivalent of an embrace, warm and protective and sizzling with something deliriously powerful, wrapped around Tim like a shield.]
See?
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Yeah. Thank you.
You look after me, so I can look after them. If you need anything
Well, I’m sure Quentin’s got you covered
But if you need him, talk to Hawk. Between the two of you I’ll be fine.
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Right. I take care of you, you take care of them, we take care of each other, and it'll end eventually. She'll come back and tell us off for worrying so much.
He does. [Quentin’s got him, even when he doesn't ask for it, even when he doesn't think to need it.]
I'll keep an eye on him too, just to be safe. Make sure he's sleeping. Make sure YOU'RE sleeping, because you're no help unrested.
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I'll sleep, I promise. Whenever Aemond does.
No idea how this sleeping arrangement is supposed to work, but I will.
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Not anywhere close to restful.
You could push a couple beds together, maybe. Or make up one of the couches. Would princes deign to sleep on couches?
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I can relax him, usually. But it's different with Aegon around.
Doubtful. But I could, if need be. It's not the same as sharing with you and Quentin.
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I'm glad he has you. I'm glad he isn't alone in this.
No, obviously. Nobody hogs blankets like Quentin.
I miss that. I miss how simple things felt in the summer. I'm glad they're better, with you and Hawk, but...
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