[ He only detaches for a moment to get the rotten blanket back, squirreling down with Adar like he's hiding from the world and turning his back on it. Emotions broil in his chest, longing wrapped up in relief. ]
If you say so, my dear seducer. [It very much was. Which was more than welcome, anyway, Adar just wanted him and whatever way he presented himself suited the Uruk just fine.
He is happy, too, to nestle in the blanket with his husband, pulling him close again.]
I am certain you would bring ruin to the world if anything happened to me.
[ Everything, everyone, he would not care. They would not be his Adar. Snuggling closer to nestle in by a shoulder, he sighs at length with his eyes closed (laying on his better side, not the sapphire, and so vulnerable with all his trust put in Adar). ]
You are my husband, one I never thought I would have. Mine all the same, as I am yours, and I will marry you in the manner of my ancestral House. That is my greatest desire.
[If there was one thing Adar did understand about Aemond it was how sincerely and deeply he meant certain things. Of course, he was a prince, and he could be arrogant and flippant and lie, but some things were important to him and deeply felt and this accidental love was one of them.
He presses a kiss to his hair, then by his brow and then on his temple.]
I will do it, just name the time and place. [Though he is still not convinced his blood is right for it.]
Only when your temper is up. [But he knows he doesn't have to say why. They both know the reasons, of which there is surely a list. He kisses him softly instead of stating them.]
[ His hand slides up, cupping the side of Adar's head where his hair no longer grows, and Aemond nuzzles in for more kisses as he smiles. He can't help blushing under his lover's full attention, pink-cheeked and delighted to have him back.
[He did wonder sometimes if Aemond would feel that way if he spent less time coiled around Adar and more time in the castle with people more like him. But they had somehow fallen into friendship and then this love with relative ease. Aemond had been fascinated, he supposes, by the warrior who looked like he had survived a more literal than usual meatgrinder.
He cannot help but kiss him, even though this whole love was unwise. He delighted in the warmth in his cheeks, the press of his body. Adar's hand strokes back Aemond's hair, behind his ear and smoothed out over his shoulder as they kiss.]
[ It might surprise Adar to know that while Aemond loves his inhuman strength, it's his mind and the gentility in his wisdom that made him fall in love. There was every opportunity for Adar to be condescending yet he never did, and he always allows Aemond his say even if he contradicts it with a wiser course of action; it's the being listened to he adores. The respect.
He may not be Adar's equal in any way but his husband never treats him like less because of it. On the contrary, he feels beloved.
Murmuring a Targaryen lullaby, he brushes his hand across the scars on his husband's chest. ]
[It surprised Adar, still, every morning when Aemond was still nestled against him, every night when he pulled him close. A few months was too short a time to make up for centuries of at best being alone and at worst being mistreated, loathed, and used.
Yet, mostly, he didn't say it. He just let Aemond love him as much as he wanted to, and returned it as best as he knew how.
As Aemond begins to softly sing the lullaby, Adar tucks him even closer, pulling the blanket around them like a cocoon and settles in for the night, closing his eyes.]
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[ He only detaches for a moment to get the rotten blanket back, squirreling down with Adar like he's hiding from the world and turning his back on it. Emotions broil in his chest, longing wrapped up in relief. ]
I will keep you safe.
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He is happy, too, to nestle in the blanket with his husband, pulling him close again.]
I am certain you would bring ruin to the world if anything happened to me.
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[ Everything, everyone, he would not care. They would not be his Adar. Snuggling closer to nestle in by a shoulder, he sighs at length with his eyes closed (laying on his better side, not the sapphire, and so vulnerable with all his trust put in Adar). ]
You are my husband, one I never thought I would have. Mine all the same, as I am yours, and I will marry you in the manner of my ancestral House. That is my greatest desire.
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[If there was one thing Adar did understand about Aemond it was how sincerely and deeply he meant certain things. Of course, he was a prince, and he could be arrogant and flippant and lie, but some things were important to him and deeply felt and this accidental love was one of them.
He presses a kiss to his hair, then by his brow and then on his temple.]
I will do it, just name the time and place. [Though he is still not convinced his blood is right for it.]
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[ He likes to be warm, as if his snuggling in the midst of Adar's arms and a thick duvet didn't make that obvious. ]
We should also go to the Castle together. People do not know we are married, it would be a show of ... strength, to be seen as a couple.
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They will wonder about your sanity when they do know. Or possibly your willingness.
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[ He looks up for a kiss, fingertips spreading over Adar's heart. ]
Do I seem mad? For that is the only excuse I will hear.
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[ His hand slides up, cupping the side of Adar's head where his hair no longer grows, and Aemond nuzzles in for more kisses as he smiles. He can't help blushing under his lover's full attention, pink-cheeked and delighted to have him back.
What anyone else thinks of them is moot. ]
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He cannot help but kiss him, even though this whole love was unwise. He delighted in the warmth in his cheeks, the press of his body. Adar's hand strokes back Aemond's hair, behind his ear and smoothed out over his shoulder as they kiss.]
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He may not be Adar's equal in any way but his husband never treats him like less because of it. On the contrary, he feels beloved.
Murmuring a Targaryen lullaby, he brushes his hand across the scars on his husband's chest. ]
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Yet, mostly, he didn't say it. He just let Aemond love him as much as he wanted to, and returned it as best as he knew how.
As Aemond begins to softly sing the lullaby, Adar tucks him even closer, pulling the blanket around them like a cocoon and settles in for the night, closing his eyes.]