[ Hope Petre wasn't busy, because he's getting a front row seat to this disaster from Aegon's point of view. Petre isn't privy to what they're talking about just yet, however. ]
I currently possess something of yours I'd like to get to know a bit better. Any suggestions?
[ Had he heard Aegon's voice first, Petre would've welcomed him with a smile on his side of the connection. Instead it's the image of Wesley's ear and neck so close that opens the conversation, the wall in front of them squeezing him between it and Aegon. It's so unexpected that it takes Petre a while to understand what he's looking at. Passersby will stare at him suddenly standing still in the middle of the street, brows pressed together, wondering many things — namely what the fuck could have caused Wesley to make such a threat.
There's some uncertainty in his tone, walking again. He'd been on his way to the bakery, and maybe he'll still go there. He might change his mind. ]
[ Petre hears more anger in Wesley's voice, guesses the resistance he's putting up with his body by the way Aegon moves his. Neither of them know that both have torn Petre with claws and teeth, their monsters brought out by something that poisoned their minds and hearts, caused by someone or something else. He's become used to that, so seeing this invokes feelings that it probably shouldn't.
He's changed his mind. Wherever he's going, it isn't a place where people can see him. ]
I don't have any suggestions. [ Nothing that could salvage this, unless Aegon figures something out on his own. ] He's been dealing with some anger issues lately.
[ And Petre has been gladly making them worse.
(Special. The word echoes in his head, all to himself.) ]
[ What Wesley is wrestling with in front of him is entirely familiar, he just hopes he's right in thinking he won't fall victim to it.
Petre's doing it again, with the feelings, rattling an inappropriately timed upward lip curl out of him. Maybe it wasn't jealousy, or incredibly petty revenge (this is what the witch chooses over his brother?), that spurred his uncouth behavior now. Deep down, maybe, maybe, he knew it was the insatiable craving for Petre's affirmations, a hunger that his... Petre (he still didn't know what to refer to him as, nobody believed him anymore when he said friend) continually fed. ]
I'm aiming to be an ass, don't distract me with sweet words. [ Gross! ]
[ Petre's smile plain in his tone, not just for that but the whole picture — Aegon's gaze landing on Wesley's anger, the physical evidence that he could easily kill the king and lie, but is choosing not to, for him, and where the movement of Aegon's hand finishes with a squeeze.
He bites his lower lip. Pretends it's Aegon's. ]
But I can just sit back and watch. Since I'm too distracted to do anything else.
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I currently possess something of yours I'd like to get to know a bit better. Any suggestions?
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There's some uncertainty in his tone, walking again. He'd been on his way to the bakery, and maybe he'll still go there. He might change his mind. ]
Sure. If you tell me why I wasn't invited.
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[ Would Petre have preferred he hid it? He's trying to be considerate. ]
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[ He doesn't sound upset. Definitely burning with curiosity about what led to this, though. ]
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[ He only gave himself half a second to think about it, but he's pretty sure this has been true so far. ]
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Okay. [ He believes him. The end. Still curious — ] Why's he so angry?
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I might have questioned his loyalty.
[ Wesley is free to share the exact words later if he wishes. ]
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He's changed his mind. Wherever he's going, it isn't a place where people can see him. ]
I don't have any suggestions. [ Nothing that could salvage this, unless Aegon figures something out on his own. ] He's been dealing with some anger issues lately.
[ And Petre has been gladly making them worse.
(Special. The word echoes in his head, all to himself.) ]
... You are.
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[ What Wesley is wrestling with in front of him is entirely familiar, he just hopes he's right in thinking he won't fall victim to it.
Petre's doing it again, with the feelings, rattling an inappropriately timed upward lip curl out of him. Maybe it wasn't jealousy, or incredibly petty revenge (this is what the witch chooses over his brother?), that spurred his uncouth behavior now. Deep down, maybe, maybe, he knew it was the insatiable craving for Petre's affirmations, a hunger that his... Petre (he still didn't know what to refer to him as, nobody believed him anymore when he said friend) continually fed. ]
I'm aiming to be an ass, don't distract me with sweet words. [ Gross! ]
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[ Petre's smile plain in his tone, not just for that but the whole picture — Aegon's gaze landing on Wesley's anger, the physical evidence that he could easily kill the king and lie, but is choosing not to, for him, and where the movement of Aegon's hand finishes with a squeeze.
He bites his lower lip. Pretends it's Aegon's. ]
But I can just sit back and watch. Since I'm too distracted to do anything else.
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[ Because he's the only important thing in Petre's life. :') ]
Should I ask if there's anything you wish for me not to do?
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What else did you have in mind?