[ 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 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?