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AEGON II TARGARYEN
SUMMON - MISSIVE - PARCEL

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[sapphyre]

Jacaerys is here.

[lascivient]

Not for long.

[sapphyre]

Oh? Do you have a plan this time you care to fill me in on?

[ How long did he know? Was he going to keep this information from him in perpetuity? Nevermind the fact he waited a full day to mention it himself, but at least he mentioned it. ]

[lascivient]

I see no reason to trouble you with my plans until it serves my purpose to do so.

voice

[lambencies]

Aegon. Hurting Jacaerys won't bring him back.

[ straight to the point. hello! ]

[lascivient]

[ Really, Aemond? ]

I am aware of how death works.

[lambencies]

Then you know how it fixes nothing.

[lascivient]

And who said I was trying to fix anything?

voice.

[whitecloak]

[ jaime doesn't know him, but at least he knows who king aegon ii is, while his own voice is that of a stranger. rich, smooth, and (hopefully) distinctly westerosi. ]

Your Grace? A moment, if you will.

[lascivient]

I'm listening.

[ he's entertaining the intrusion out of boredom, and maybe a sliver of curiosity... and squinting at the wall (what else is there to make faces at), determining whether or not it's a good idea at all to respond when he's half-convinced this is someone else his brother has decided to sic on him. ]

[whitecloak]

[ not a dog sicced on him by his brother, but a lion who reached out of his own volition. ]

I am Ser Jaime Lannister, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. I was brought here from the 300th year after Aegon the Conqueror's Conquest of Westeros.

[lascivient]

Is this meant to be a jest?

[ there's barely any disbelief in his tone, the words slipping out on instinct. the longer he sits with jaime's claim, the more it settles. he knows it'd not be any more odd than anything else he's encountered since his arrival. what purpose would it serve for a stranger to lie about such a thing, anyway?

300th year. 300th year. something twists in the pit of aegon's stomach, slow and sickening. that unease bleeds into the silence that follows ]

voice

[lambencies]

Ser Jaime is searching for you. Where are you?

[lambencies]

Aegon?

[lascivient]

[ Sooooo... reaching out to him was just an errand. How hard would she try to seek him out if he ignored her? A part of him doesn't expect to hear another peep from her.

I think he's going through some Things involving a vampire and a brother he's not really talking to but still glad to see in this moment, but it still stings.

So, this is only half-intentionally ignored. ]

[babysitters]

( okay, so, this is not the day of or after the pit incident. there's a grace period involved. but look. when Steve is done throwing a pity party about the his mauled leg and feeling sad about the dead lady, he has time to reflect on how fucked up it is that a human being got air balled into the monster pit like that. )

You holding up? ( hopefully that turn of phrase isn't too 80s for a guy that probably doesn't know what electricity is. )

[lascivient]

[ see, the issue here is that normally, Aegon may be able to use context clues to determine what it is exactly Steve is asking him just now. however, before his arrival here, he didn't need any fingers to count how many people ever checked up on him. because it was zero.

so— ]

What?

[babysitters]

( did he brain message the right guy??? like, who else has been thrown in a monster pit lately?? )

Are you good. After all that shit with Agnete. That was really fucked up.

[lascivient]

[ oh. is this... concern? it was really fucked up, steve! ]

I'd rather drown the memory in wine and wake without a thought in my head, but since that's beyond my reach, yes, I'm good. ... Why?

voice.

[whitecloak]

I'm stopping your brother from doing something reckless.

[lascivient]

You needn't fuss over him, he's quite capable of handling himself.

[whitecloak]

Be that as it may, I am not the sort of Kingsguard who shirks their duty simply because those under my protection are capable of handling themselves.

[ he needs a punch card for every time he wonders just wtf criston cole and the other kingsguard of their era were even doing. ]

voice

[lambencies]

Have you seen your brother?

[lascivient]

[ :| ]

He also has a head you are free to speak into.

[lambencies]

[ he literally walked her out of his room the last time they spoke. ]

Have you seen him or not?