[ there’s the hurt of such comfort having been died and ache of being given it now, as though it were this simple, this easy, the entire time. why deny her? it did not make her or aemond or aegon stronger, to go without comfort and tenderness.
alicent digs her nails into the soft skin of her forearm. punishing. grounding. in the midst of a lightness that threatens to carry her away from this place — into the fantasy of another, kinder life.
not for the first time, koby’s power awes her, a variant on the capacity for prophecy her daughter possesses. wonders contained in human flesh. and burdens, too. despite her self-inflicted wounds, she reaches for it, hungry as she’s ever been, and feels it slip through her fingers when koby retreats. ]
Of course, Koby. You know where to find me, if I can ever repay your kindnesses.
[if koby feels that bite of pain, he doesn't mention it, doesn't begrudge or scold her for it -- there are places in his palms that know the bite of nails clenched into fists and he's bitten the inside of his mouth bloody before, keeping things locked down inside. alicent will not allow herself to slip, to crumble, not with her other son and daughter here. she is needed, like koby is.
he leaves her with that press of warmth, of fondness, of love without reservations, without caveats. he hopes she'll remember it, the next pain that wracks them both.]
You already have, many times. But of course, I will. I'm glad you have Homelander, if I haven't mentioned it before. I saw how much he cared, during February.
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alicent digs her nails into the soft skin of her forearm. punishing. grounding. in the midst of a lightness that threatens to carry her away from this place — into the fantasy of another, kinder life.
not for the first time, koby’s power awes her, a variant on the capacity for prophecy her daughter possesses. wonders contained in human flesh. and burdens, too. despite her self-inflicted wounds, she reaches for it, hungry as she’s ever been, and feels it slip through her fingers when koby retreats. ]
Of course, Koby.
You know where to find me, if I can ever repay your kindnesses.
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he leaves her with that press of warmth, of fondness, of love without reservations, without caveats. he hopes she'll remember it, the next pain that wracks them both.]
You already have, many times. But of course, I will.
I'm glad you have Homelander, if I haven't mentioned it before. I saw how much he cared, during February.
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[ not because she doubted him, of course, but because others found her unconvincing. ]
I tire of fighting, Koby. I want only for us all to be well. That is to say, I’m glad to have you both with me, in striving for peace.
[ not merely among her family but the wider residents. ]