It’s not witches. It’s...passing our stories on, building community. You ask a lot of questions.
[ He says it fondly, letting his head slump against Aemond’s shoulder again. A small, affectionate touch. If he builds up enough of them, maybe the sensation of the belt will go away. ]
Only fools accept matters as they are stated, and do not look beyond the given meaning of things.
[ the words of his grandsire echoing through him, spilling from his mouth. he reads on, all the same; the stories are full of fire and brimstone, death and destruction, a vengeful god who has had enough of his subjects and means to remind them of their place.
aemond rather likes it, if he's asked to give an opinion. he even allows tim to brush his cheek on his own shoulder, like a cat does against an ankle.
[ A lesson Tim could stand to take to heart a bit more, honestly. ]
He was a king in England, where we...might be right now, about four hundred years ago. Our holy book wasn't written in this language at first, so it's a translation he commissioned.
...I come from a country across the ocean. America. We don't have kings there, but we still use his Bible.
A king of this place, patron to the history of his faith. Mm.
[ it may be like his grandsire's influence, then, or his mother's at court when she had targaryen banners slowly removed and replaced with the seven-pointed star. the lord of light has believers across the kingdom as well. ]
Do you not have your version of the text, then? No... alderman, or governor who would do the same as this king?
[ a blanket thrown across his legs, and a warm weight against his side. it makes him stutter in his reading, indignation at the audacity warring with the sudden, piercing desire to be treated with this particular softness.
he never shared beds with his siblings when they were growing up. it did not seem proper, when the certainty of marriage between brother and sister remained hanging above their heads. ]
...I can stay.
[ and he does. he stays just long enough for tim to finally sleep, stays an hour longer to see if sleep would hold, and then carefully — quietly — leaves the warmth of the room and let another take watch over the man.
he tucks the sheets around tim's shoulders before he leaves. ]
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Date: 2024-10-15 05:44 pm (UTC)It’s not witches. It’s...passing our stories on, building community. You ask a lot of questions.
[ He says it fondly, letting his head slump against Aemond’s shoulder again. A small, affectionate touch. If he builds up enough of them, maybe the sensation of the belt will go away. ]
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Date: 2024-10-16 06:15 am (UTC)[ the words of his grandsire echoing through him, spilling from his mouth. he reads on, all the same; the stories are full of fire and brimstone, death and destruction, a vengeful god who has had enough of his subjects and means to remind them of their place.
aemond rather likes it, if he's asked to give an opinion. he even allows tim to brush his cheek on his own shoulder, like a cat does against an ankle.
(like he would, with vhagar's rough scales.) ]
Who is King James?
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Date: 2024-10-17 04:38 am (UTC)[ A lesson Tim could stand to take to heart a bit more, honestly. ]
He was a king in England, where we...might be right now, about four hundred years ago. Our holy book wasn't written in this language at first, so it's a translation he commissioned.
...I come from a country across the ocean. America. We don't have kings there, but we still use his Bible.
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Date: 2024-11-01 04:53 pm (UTC)[ it may be like his grandsire's influence, then, or his mother's at court when she had targaryen banners slowly removed and replaced with the seven-pointed star. the lord of light has believers across the kingdom as well. ]
Do you not have your version of the text, then? No... alderman, or governor who would do the same as this king?
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Date: 2024-11-02 10:27 pm (UTC)[ Tim settles in further, pulling a blanket over himself, and after a moment of thought, throws it wider over Aemond's legs, too. ]
You're planning on staying?
🎀 done!
Date: 2024-11-03 05:03 pm (UTC)he never shared beds with his siblings when they were growing up. it did not seem proper, when the certainty of marriage between brother and sister remained hanging above their heads. ]
...I can stay.
[ and he does. he stays just long enough for tim to finally sleep, stays an hour longer to see if sleep would hold, and then carefully — quietly — leaves the warmth of the room and let another take watch over the man.
he tucks the sheets around tim's shoulders before he leaves. ]