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a small moment of conversation before a long evening of dancing
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- You do not avenge crimes unless you surpass them.
Jacaerys Velaryon has survived battle amidst the murky seas, but has found himself lost to all that he has ever known. He must, instead, journey across the realm to fight for what he knows to be his; his birthright, his family and his omega.
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The world swims into view slowly. Bright, white lights. A uniform ceiling. Grogginess, a feeling of bone deep fatigue, hits her alongside the confusion with blurred vision. Natalie squeezes her eyes shut once, twice, muffled sounds leaking in the gaps of her ears. For a moment - a startling, freeing moment - she thinks she may be dead.
After grogginess, though, clarity comes rushing in like a tidal wave. It sweeps her off her feet, catches her breath in her throat with a surge of panic and an iron fist.
Natalie wakes up after rescue, and finds that she is missing something she desperately needs.
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- Part 1 of how can we go back to being friends?
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Mother Above. I am a godly man, though I am only a man - and the curse of sin is one we must bear. I have borne it. I have rejected it. But this sin - this sin has become me. It is encroaching upon me, it wishes to consume me and leave me nothing but a shell for which to sup upon my bones.
It was him. The well-spring of all sin. Lucerys. Constructed to bring Aemond to ruin; a beastly creature, an animal that which eats the fruit of sin and shares its blood with that of demons. A beautiful boy. Lucerys. He had come to the Keep, borne anew from all those years ago, and washed himself with the stench of immorality and tightened himself in it with every lace of his corset - every lace, Aemond seethed, that pushed his breasts higher, until the necklace that decorated his throat was lost in the cleave of his teats.
Aemond flees to the Sept to find absolution. But sin cannot be so easily denied
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All his life, he had dreamed of this moment. Prayed for it. Wanked off to it. The one thing he thought he could never have. Saint Aemond, fallen from his pedestal at last. Come to slum it with the rest of the familial rejects, shunned from their mothers embrace and left to feel the cold air of the smoking area. Maybe he’d even cry.
And yet.
Well. Nothing ever works out in Aegon's favour, does it?
After Lucerys' sudden break up with Aemond, Aegon suffers the consequences of his brother going completely off the rails. As a result, he tries his desperate hand at fixing it all
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