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Wrathion

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—text, @nevron

[dessendre]

As promised, I have information. [ Right to business, Clea? She clearly doesn't know how friendship works. ]

Still interested?

Re: —text, @nevron

[undertheweight]

Of course. Where would you like to meet?

[don't perceive him; he knocked out his best and only friend and sparked off a chain of events that ended up in the death of that friend's father. He's only winging this friendship thing.]

[dessendre]

The train station. I've been meaning to explore it.

[ They can always walk away from that area. But she assumes choosing a starting point that's easy to locate is best. ]

—text, @vhagar

[angotas]

[ It hadn't escaped Aemond's notice that his attempt at friendship had grossly missed the mark for Wrathion. This didn't sit well with him.

So he waited a day before sending a message that would hopefully convey the sentiment he wished. ]

If it was in doubt, I meant nothing by my offer of an oath. My words were poorly chosen, and I apologize. [ A beat. Then: ] I am not accustomed to making alliances, let alone true friends. This will be my first lesson.

[undertheweight]

You are not at fault here. You could not be expected to know my family history; in truth, I was not aware those casual comments would make me react so poorly.

I am not reluctant to be your friend and ally, I hope. But my father...broke an oath, to great despair for others. I know I am not him, but some...anxiety remains.

[angotas]

[ Ah. Now he sees. ]

Such things are marks against us that we can be expected to carry forever. I understand. My world is similar.

For what it's worth, I don't believe anyone should hold your father's deeds against you.

—a gift & a note

[angotas]

[ Once Wrathion returns to his room after the little ocean excursion, he will find three bottles of wine waiting for him outside his door. They are identical to the one he'd been drinking during their breakfast that morning.

A small note is attached, the handwriting extremely neat. ]

For your efforts, but mostly for your friendship. I thank you for both.

With dedication,
Aemond

text | un: arman (after his fight with Kelson)

[sleepsongs]

Brother-

I will not be staying at the castle any longer.

I nearly lost control of the dragon and harmed a friend. I cannot be trusted around humans.

[undertheweight]

Brother-

You need to tell me what happened. In as much detail as you can remember, if possible. I trust you, and I know there are many others who do, as well.

I will come to you soon, if you would rather wait until then.

[sleepsongs]

I said hurtful things in my anger, anyone would lash out. I am angry with him but not for that. The dragon reacted negatively, I managed to soothe it long enough to get out of the castle.

I could have hurt many people.

dinner with dragons

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa has been excited that Jon has arrived to the castle even if their world needs them both, desperately, and she knows it is selfish of her to be so happy to have a bit of her family here but she is all the same. To that end, she has been planning a party and intending to invite all of the friends she's made here and their friends; most especially, she wants a chance for Jon to meet his Targaryen relations.

Wrathion had promised to meet her for dinner and she had taken a bit more care in dressing than she has of late, mostly because she does like spending time with him even if it is stupid to be soft and care for someone. He is late, which is unlike him, so when he does arrive she gives him a soft frown.

"Were you held up by someone, Wrathion?"

[undertheweight]

"You could say that, my queen. I am sorry if I have derailed your plans."

The dragon is garbed in his normal gear, but he seems more than a bit flustered and put off, his normal suave demeanor definitely mussed. To top off his apology, he bows low to her, offering one gloved hand out to her, palm up.

"I am not certain I wish to get into it; I wanted to have a pleasant time."

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa takes his hand and squeezes it gently.

"You needn't worry about the specifics of it if you don't want to get into it but I would be happy to listen. You know I never mind listening to your problems." Sansa would say that to several people in her acquaintance but since Wrathion has literally saved her life, he gets more of her ear than most.

"We can just have a nice dinner."

text, @vhagar

[angotas]

[ Pulling himself out of a depression slump for this one. First Alicent, then Eoghan, now Arman? It's just too much. Surely they're next. ]

How do you mourn those you lost? [ A pause. ] I never thought to ask him what his customs were.

[undertheweight]

To my knowledge, we have no specific rituals. Though this could have been kept from me by the other flights, I do not think Ebyssian or even Sabellian so cruel.

Our kin, the dracthyr, remember the names of those they have lost. They often wear very specific horn and wing jewelry, unique to them, and a piece of this is collected and taken with the others of their weyrn,

Do your people have specific rituals?

[Part of this is Wrathion's ever-present curiosity, but he genuinely also wants to know, and perhaps draw Aemond out a bit. He has felt his brother's despair.]

[angotas]

[ The typing symbol starts and stops. ]

Would you wish to honor him this way? I would do it with you, if you liked. Our traditions involve building a pyre. They are not meant for [ ... ] preserving memories. I like your way better.

voice, @vhagar

[angotas]

[ After the events with the hydra, a very concerned message comes through. ]

Where are you?

[ He's clearly too stressed and worried to type. It's unusual for him. ]

[angotas]

[ When no response comes back, Aemond does the reasonable thing and spams him.

You have 7 missed calls and the following unread messages: ]

You're testing my patience.

Don't make me hunt you down.

You don't get to do this, do you understand me?

We leave this godsforsaken pit together or we don't leave at all.

WRATHION YOU IDIOT.

That's it. I'm coming for you.

video; un:blacktalon

[undertheweight]

[The Leaf is literally shimmying in excitement: it is helping and it knows it. For his part, Wrathion looks at it, bleary-eyed and groaning.]

You, stop that this minute, or I'll eat you. [That's a growl.]

Aemond. You may call me an idiot, but I'm not dying. I promise you. I only wish I were.

Let us say I was...unaware of the effects the blood of that beast would have upon me. Are you and your family all right? Is Sansa safe??

If you can find her, would you tell her I am... [Wrathion has to pause, here, because he does not want to worry her. At least not more worried than she is likely to be, already...]

Tell her you can find me, because Aspects know you likely can. And I am...urgh. Well enough? Still in the realm of the living, at the very least.

text, @winterbird

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa agonizes over whether to send a message at all and then what she should say in said message. She edits it over and over and she is quite glad that messages via Leaf do not show the scratching of a quill and the crossing out of words, only the final draft of what intends. Finally, she settles on something that seems appropriate and not too forward of her even if she and Wrathion are something between friends and lovers. )

Dearest Wrathion, I hope my message finds you well. I have not heard from you yet but I dare to assume that you are all right, simply indisposed, and that I will hear from you in due time. My brother has already found me to tell me that he is safe.

Cordially,
Sansa Stark, Queen in the North.

video; un:blacktalon

[undertheweight]

[He's not going to bother with text back. Forget that.]

Sansa? Are you there? I am relieved to hear that you and Jon are safe...

[Wrathion's still a little reluctant, but that's because he's still a bit shaky. And nervous, but he's trying to play it cool. Everything's normal now!]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa isn't looking her best - her braid has a few tendrils loose and there are deep shadows beneath her eyes but when she has a video contact from Wrathion, she jumps to answer it - a feat since she's still getting used to the leaf. )

Jon and I are safe, yes. He came to find me earlier. Aemond told me you'd been affected by the Hydra so I did not expect contact any time soon.

—text, un:vermaks;

[zirtys]

(( sent perhaps half a day after this. ))

[ The language is a bit stilted, a touch too formal, but Jacaerys is doing his best to keep it together and that means pushing everything he is feeling down so low that he feels numb. ]

As I am aware you are close with Aemond by your own admission, on his behalf I am reaching out to tell you he was recently injured in some sort of experiment. He is well and I am caring for him, but he wished you to know this, in the event you attempt to contact him and receive nothing but silence.

[undertheweight]

What sort of experiment, and with whom? Or has he not spoken to you of the particulars?

[Jacaerys can't see the way the dragon pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut. Aemond takes him to task for his retreat after the hydra, but then he pulls this? Though, Wrathion supposes, he didn't choose to have some sort of accident.

Still. Clearly he isn't the only rash and headstrong one!]

Please, I do not want to interfere overmuch, as I do trust you and he should be surrounded by family at the moment, but should you need anything that you do not wish to leave him to procure, call upon me? I am ever at your service, and his.

christmas present

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Celebrating winter is not in Sansa's nature, given how much winter can take away from her people, but she has learned that other places do have winter feasts. One of those places is Wrathion's home and so she makes him a silk shirt in a deep, ruby red and on the inside of the collar where no one can see, she embroiders a tiny direwolf. She wraps it carefully and leaves it outside of his door with the following note: )

Happy Feast of the Winter Veil, my love.