[ A confirmation he only hums in response to. Laenor's proclivities weren't unknown to him and would assume anyone who wasn't deaf, dumb, or blind could see it. They'd also shared a battlefield only until very recently, a place where it was even harder to keep secrets. A further reckon that after tonight, it'd only added more conspiracy to their union.
The silence sinks in once more and he does not rush to try to fill it. The two of them passing a bottle in silence and not a soul's way of knowing what the other might be thinking.
Every time his mind tries to wrap around what he's doing feels like trying to secure a slippery knot in a wild storm. He'd left her in a state, ambition on the mind to perhaps to fulfill a fever dream half-cooked but achievable. But his brother had outsmarted him this time and the nettles are still sting deep in his bones. Daemon's fingers continue to fidget and scratch into the softness of his palm still sat atop his bent knee. Knowing how well Viserys is probably sleeping well tonight.
Even with her there now, shoulder to shoulder, she feels lengths away than when she did when he saw her this evening. Knowing he should have taken her there on the razor's edge when he still had his chance. It probably wouldn't have worked, he knows that. But at least he wouldn't be here ruminating endlessly what could have gone differently.
Pulling from his thoughts turns his chin in slightly to look over at her. There's plenty that either of them could say, certainly more than either of them seem to want to. He doesn't know where to start nor does he really seem to want to try, but the silence may be slowly killing him.]
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The silence sinks in once more and he does not rush to try to fill it. The two of them passing a bottle in silence and not a soul's way of knowing what the other might be thinking.
Every time his mind tries to wrap around what he's doing feels like trying to secure a slippery knot in a wild storm. He'd left her in a state, ambition on the mind to perhaps to fulfill a fever dream half-cooked but achievable. But his brother had outsmarted him this time and the nettles are still sting deep in his bones. Daemon's fingers continue to fidget and scratch into the softness of his palm still sat atop his bent knee. Knowing how well Viserys is probably sleeping well tonight.
Even with her there now, shoulder to shoulder, she feels lengths away than when she did when he saw her this evening. Knowing he should have taken her there on the razor's edge when he still had his chance. It probably wouldn't have worked, he knows that. But at least he wouldn't be here ruminating endlessly what could have gone differently.
Pulling from his thoughts turns his chin in slightly to look over at her. There's plenty that either of them could say, certainly more than either of them seem to want to. He doesn't know where to start nor does he really seem to want to try, but the silence may be slowly killing him.]