He hugs himself once he is out of the water. It brings him comfort for now. Aegon, this time, looks up slowly but surely to see his brother's face. There's a look of shame upon the young prince's. "Yes. It is."
β * πΏπ‘π βπππ©ππ« .α@meurtrierefolie.bsky.social Β· 4mo agogrumbling, he walked him back to the edge before crouching down beside him. "aegon. look at me. it is over."
What good would looking at his eyes do when he feels like he might drown. Aegon splutters and his hold on Aemond tightens. The panic doesn't dissipate.
β * πΏπ‘π βπππ©ππ« .α@meurtrierefolie.bsky.social Β· 4mo agomore firmly. "aegon." his voice was a little weaker, trying to get his attention and bring him back to his senses. "nothing's going to happen to you, I am here. look me in the eyes."
There's a little gasp. The long grass rustles when Aegon moves to get away.
Υ ββπ ββ ββ έ γππiππ·ππ―iππ΄ . ΛΛ@flameconsumed.bsky.social Β· 5mo agoβ aegon, hiding is a poor skill of yours. i can see you. β
He tries to relax for all of two seconds before he begins to panic yet again and manages to wrap his feet around Aemond's arm. "No, I am going toβ" he gasps. A whimper follows.
β * πΏπ‘π βπππ©ππ« .α@meurtrierefolie.bsky.social Β· 5mo agoββ aemond shook his head, continuing to hold him with his hands, hoping aegon would finally understand. "no, I am just holding you with my hands. you can stand up. you are not going to sink." he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
"Erβ stand up? Where?" He splashes the water. "Is it shallowβ?"
β * πΏπ‘π βπππ©ππ« .α@meurtrierefolie.bsky.social Β· 5mo agohis jaw tightened slightly in frustration as he patted his small wrist. "stand up." fingers gently closed around his little brother's skin before he pulled him free.
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He messes with his tempo when he holds his hands. Aegon splattered and his hands smacked the water's surface a few times. The boy reaches for his brother's stomach and clings onto him to avoid sinking.
β * πΏπ‘π βπππ©ππ« .α@meurtrierefolie.bsky.social Β· 5mo agopursing his lips with concentration, he held aegon's hands and tried to position him more comfortably. is that better? you were lying a little too far back in the water." he didn't yet realise that the young boy was at least managing not to sink in the water.
a frog? He didn't have time to try and remember details. Aegon promptly moves his arms and legs frantically, it resembled the movement of a dog's but it works to keep his head above the surface. For now. "Look, Aemondβ"
β * πΏπ‘π βπππ©ππ« .α@meurtrierefolie.bsky.social Β· 5mo ago"gently and not too fast. tell me how you feel and if you feel ready for me to leave you for a few seconds. but I am always here to watch over you."
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Aegon grins with pride at his little bouquet. "Thank you. Do you want some? They'll look pretty in your hair."
Aegon smiles fondly up at his brother. His hair was beginning to grow at this point and he'd began to question whether he needed to shave it again or not. He was so tall! Will he ever grow up to be as big as he was? He would like to. "I'm ready." He shrugs off his shirt.
β * πΏπ‘π βπππ©ππ« .α@meurtrierefolie.bsky.social Β· 5mo agowhich were beginning to offer a magnificent view of his brightβΈΊflowing stream.
I remember her. But I don't. If that makes sense.
Υ ββπ ββ ββ έ γππiππ·ππ―iππ΄ . ΛΛ@flameconsumed.bsky.social Β· 5mo agobecause you were little when she died.
I am not dressed in rags now. And if anyone asks, I shall say who I am.
Υ ββπ ββ ββ έ γππiππ·ππ―iππ΄ . ΛΛ@flameconsumed.bsky.social Β· 5mo agohow would they possibly know .α£ you were running about as some common boy for days and nobody was wiser to it because you are dressed in rags.
He comes back with a small bouquet of lavenders, forgetmenots and bluebells. "Here. Do you like it?"
