𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝; 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

He's licking blood off his hand as he accidentally cut himself with his dagger.

Hands as cold as his heart.

Sets this down for y'all. Happy to take some criticism too!)

Eye of 𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞 shimmering in the dark of night as he lay in bed. The sounds of the city coming alive could be heard through his open window, a light breeze blowing the curtains.

As he lay in his bed he couldn't help but hear amongst the chatter and other sounds a lovely little voice singing an unfamiliar tune. It was hauntingly beautiful from what he could hear.

Going to get some last replies in before hitting the hay! Got to get up early for work tomorrow. Being an adult sucks most of the time lol)

Curiosity got the better of him, getting up from bed Aemond had strode over to the window. It led to a balcony; he was now stepping outside, glancing around and down as far as he could for the sweet sweet voice that filled the night air.

Good morrow, sister. Have a wonderful day yourself, you deserve it.

Replies incoming since I got some time before clocking into work!~)

He feels Cassandra's presence and decided he's going to seductively start licking up his blood all just for her.

You're welcome sweetling. I hope your duties are light and not cumbersome.

He hears the knock and lifts his head from his pillow once he hears Daenerys. "You may come in, my queen." His voice was soft and had a hint of tenderness to it.

I'll take it!~

Tongue slowly rolled along his cut, lapping up blood as he bit back a smirk, satisfied with the end results. Any chance he got he would do at least one thing to fluster her. "Yes, just a little bit. Sharpening knives can be a bit dangerous sometimes."

Dropping this here.~

So far..