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@notbaed [and to his own shame, arron looks away. he could barely stare at the sharp—commanding gaze of the great one, stone and silent as he was. nor could he look into the eyes of his own mother anymore, it seemed. those pale gold eyes glossed with shed tears, throat working over guilt and words his mind considered unworthy to speak. so instead, he begins to fidget with his hand— a nervous tick that was frequent when he was a mute and wide eyed child; resurfacing suddenly in his adult age] they’ll write songs about me, i wager. ironically drunken ballads of how arron dragoneye was too craven to face his dreams like a man he turned to wine. had he been sober enough he would have dreamt a way to prevent his brother’s death. (…) reckon no one would believe a word i say about them now.
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@dracoeye inebriated. [ alicent’s tone matches her expression—-flat. raenor was gone. and it was difficult for her to accept the actuality of outliving her child. she didn’t want to hear apologies, didn’t need the softness of words. she had enough of it to last her a century. ] do not express your regret to me, aaron. i am aware. all of us are sorry and should have done this, or that. but we did not. and it is done. and all i can do is pray. pray that my other children are not taken from me. pray that the burden on my daughters shoulders is lifted. that my eldest son will quit his drinking before he tilts over. i pray for aerys, that he does not follow in the footsteps of raenor. i pray, i pray, i pray.
dracoeye
@notbaed [the silence grows thick between them. arron can’t remember the last time he prayed—if he ever did. perhaps there was a time where he had asked the great one to alleviate these terrors of the future from him yet that prayer had yet to be answered. in fact, arron was starting to believe that it never will be. ] i’m sorry, mother. …i should have been out there with him should have taken tyranor to the sky so he wouldn’t be alone. instead i was— …
