Luke: Mondays Are Like Aemond

Luke: Mondays are like Aemond

Jace: How?

Luke: They come to soon

Jace: wai…wh…Why are u telling me this???

Luke: Sometimes they are also too much to take

Jace:

Jace: I’m blocking you

Aegon: Are you still mad about the whole taking Lucerys to Silk Road and we getting drunk there overnight thing?

Jacaerys: What do you think

Aegon: Right okay, yes

Aegon: Hey Jace

Aegon: What does Avy jorrāelan mean in our ancestors’ language?

Jacaerys: I love you

Aegon: Aw I love you too, honey. I'm so glad you've forgiven me😘

I watched a video this afternoon about how to interpret the song <Maroon> in Midnights (Taylor Swift’s latest album) and I was thinking that it’s really fun that people love to compare <Red> and <Maroon> because it shows how love from burning red fades into dark maroon. And the are both in track two of their respective albums. So I was wondering what else songs in track2 in all her albums so I searched and I found <Cardigan> and <Champagne problems> both in track2 in Folklore and Evermore respectively. These two have been my longtime favorites.

Track2 also include (with ones mentioned above)

Picture to burn

Sparks fly

Cruel summer

Blank space

Fifteen

Cardigan

Champagne problems

Red

Maroon

Wow this is just fucked up!!!

SO TRACK2 EQUALS TO LEGENDS??? I f*king love all track2 songs across her albums (except for endgame she’s okay but she can’t beat other track2…personally speaking) (Cruel summer is No.1, hard to deny) (I mean if if I have to choose between <cardigan> and <champagne problem>, I literally just go die). All I wanna say is this woman f*king knew what she’s doing.

Bruh chef kiss to the the concept (make me a platelet go feral) of alpha jace being like mama I love omega aegon and I believe I can change him..Wed him to me…and aegon is like to his mom like mother I believe I can change wed me to literally anyone else but jace…the hilarious and awkward political movings between some who are completely incompetent in different ways…one who is a mamas boy who spend his life tucked away from court within dragons stone and doesn’t know the lay of the land and the other who has mommy issues who knows court but fucked around and found out by burning every bridge without thinking of the consequences

That’s the definition of comedy couple!!!

Must’ve tons of fun to live around and watch them. Like if I’m a kingsguard I would witness Jace literally dragging Aegon off the bed every morning and forcing him to wash, eat and train and attend court with Aeg screaming crying and wrestling the whole way…

Also I believe Aeg is not dumb at all like you said he knows the court. He knows the strengths and weaknesses of the great lords and ladies in seven kingdoms. He can be a good player of game of thrones if he wants to while Jace always stays a noble and just prince like the way he was raised which is a even more rare virtue in the capital.

me encanto la idea de jacegon married!

"Sonríe siempre, sé amable, no hagas comentarios irónicos sobre la empresa.... Por favor, Aegon".

- Caballeros, este es Aegon. - Jace me da un beso detrás de la oreja, siento que su barba raída me hace cosquillas.

- Mi marido. Amor, este es nuestro nuevo compañeros, Sr. Stark, y este es Sr. Greyjoy.

El moreno sonríe con fuerza.

- Oh, vamos, Jace. Ahórranos tanta sutileza. Puedes llamarme Cregan, Aegon. Jace Habla mucho de ti.

- Encantado de conocerte, Cregan.

- Jace me dijo que eres compositor.

¿Lo hizo? Creo. No recuerdo la última vez que Jace se tomó el tiempo de escucharme cantar algo. La última vez se rió y dijo que estaba haciendo todo lo posible para que nuestro futuro fuera más seguro y cómodo, como si eso justificara siempre su ausencia y frialdad.

Desde entonces, apenas escribo nada y, cuando lo hago, me lo guardo para mí. Siento que se siente agradecido, pero veo que sigue siendo la única excusa que puede dar para no tener un marido como ellos. Con gomina en el pelo. Lazos en línea. Pulseras en su justa medida.

Sólo sonrío.

- Sí", respondo.

No se me ocurre nada. Miro a Jace para que cambie de tema, porque siempre sé adónde va. Siempre me preguntan si estoy trabajando en algo. Si estoy en un sello discográfico. Si he acertado. Esperan que sea tan prometedor como Jace, pero siempre sé las respuestas.

No, no, no.

- Es increíble. - Jace dice. - Caballeros, si no les importa, voy a enseñarle algunas cosas. Disfruta de la fiesta.

- Gracias", dice el Sr. Stark con una sonrisa en la cara. - El me mira. - Tienes suerte.

Ese también es viejo. He oído que tengo suerte de tener a Jace todo el tiempo. No puedo mentir, siempre me he sentido afortunada de tenerlo. Pero hoy, me siento agotada por no tenerlo conmigo.

Siento su mano en mi cintura. Cojo una copa de champán y me la trago de golpe. Me lleva fuera, a un jardín oscuro y vacío. Quiero llorar sobre su pecho, pero me contengo. El día es importante para él. Tomo nota cada segundo antes de abrir la boca. Necesito seguir toda la noche sin arrebatos ni lágrimas.

- ¿Va todo bien?", pregunta.

- Estoy bien. Sólo un poco cansado. - le respondo, cogiéndole la mano y entrelazando nuestros dedos. No sé cuánto tiempo podremos estar así, así que necesito que dure lo suficiente para matar el anhelo.

Me besa la frente.

- Te quiero. ¿Podemos quedarnos hasta el final y parecer un poco más felices?

Apoyo la cabeza en su pecho, pero no lloro.

- Me alegro por ti. - Intento discutir, pero en realidad no sé lo que siento. Si estoy triste o enfadado, si estoy contento o simplemente amargado. - Estoy orgulloso de ti y aquí estoy.

- De acuerdo. - responde. - ¿Volvemos?

- ¿Me das un beso?

Me permito preguntar. Me siento lo suficientemente melancólica como para suplicar un beso porque mi pecho arde por tu afecto. Sé que me quieres, pero hace tiempo que no prestas atención a eso. Así que no me importa. Él responde "claro", con sus delicadas manos en mi cuello siento sus labios en los míos, con sabor a alcohol, pero la ligereza con la que mueve su boca contra la mía me da más vértigo. Jace me besa lentamente y yo le sigo al mismo ritmo. Su cuerpo parece tener un imán que me acerca. Mis manos acarician su cara. Los recuerdos llenan mi visión.

Te echo de menos, quiero decir. Luego me da un beso rápido, una simple caricia y sonríe.

- Vamos.

Y le tiende la mano. Y yo le sigo.

tengo algunas ideas mas

OMG ITS SO BEAUTIFUL AND HEARTBREAKING! I LOVE THIS THREAD!!!

(I couldn’t read español so I found some help. please allow me to copy the English version of your words below)

I know the translation must’ve killed something. But the story is so delicately hurtful already. I could felt Aeg’s deeply repressed melancholy between lines which sadly Jace couldn’t read into.

(Can I say I love the line Jace told him “could we go back and you look a little happier? It brought a cold husband!Jace to life and gave me goose bumps)

Please you said you have more ideas please spill them on me!!!! I’m dying waiting🥺🥺💞

From dear anon:

i loved the idea of jacegon married!

"Smile always, be kind, don't make ironic remarks about the company.... Please Aegon."

- Gentlemen, this is Aegon. - Jace gives me a kiss behind my ear, I feel his scraggly beard tickle me.

- My husband. Love, this is our new companion, Mr. Stark, and this is Mr. Greyjoy.

The dark-haired man smiles brightly.

- Oh, come on, Jace. Spare us all the subtlety. You can call me Cregan, Aegon. Jace talks about you a lot.

- Nice to meet you, Cregan.

- Jace tells me you're a composer.

Did he? I think. I can't remember the last time Jace took the time to listen to me sing something. The last time he laughed and said he was doing everything he could to make our future safer and more comfortable, as if that always justified his absence and coldness.

Since then, I hardly write anything, and when I do, I keep it to myself. I sense that he feels grateful, but I see that it's still the only excuse he can give for not having a husband like them. With hair gel in his hair. Bows on a line. Bracelets in just the right amount.

I just smile.

- Yes, I reply.

I can't think of anything. I look at Jace to change the subject, because I always know where he's going. They always ask me if I'm working on something. If I'm on a record label. If I've got it right.

They expect me to be as promising as Jace, but I always know the answers.

No, no, no.

- It's amazing. - Jace says. - Gentlemen, if you don't mind, I'm going to show him a few things. Enjoy the party.

- Thank you," Mr. Stark says with a smile on his face. - He looks at me. - You're in luck.

That one's old too. I hear I'm lucky to have Jace all the time.

I can't lie, I've always felt lucky to have him. But today, I feel exhausted not having him with me.

I feel his hand on my waist. I pick up a glass of champagne and gulp it down. He takes me outside, to a dark, empty garden. I want to cry on his chest, but I restrain myself. The day is important to him. I take note every second before I open my mouth. I need to go through the night without outbursts or tears.

- Is everything okay?" he asks.

- I'm fine. Just a little tired. - I reply, taking her hand and intertwining our fingers. I don't know how long we can stay like this, so I need it to last long enough to kill the longing.

He kisses my forehead.

- I love you. Can we stay until the end and look a little happier?

I rest my head on his chest, but I don't cry.

- I'm happy for you. - I try to argue, but I don't really know what I feel. If I'm sad or angry, if I'm happy or just bitter. -

I'm proud of you and here I am.- he responds. - Shall we go back?

- Can I have a kiss?

I allow myself to ask. I feel melancholy enough to beg for a kiss because my breast burns for your affection. I know you love me, but you haven't paid attention to that in a while. So I don't care.

He replies "sure", with his delicate hands on my neck I feel his lips on mine, tasting of alcohol, but the lightness with which he moves his mouth against mine makes me more giddy. Jace kisses me slowly and I follow him at the same pace. His body seems to have a magnet that draws me closer. My hands caress his face. Memories fill my vision.

I miss you, I want to say. Then he gives me a quick kiss, a simple caress and smiles.

- Come on.

And he holds out his hand. And I follow.

I have a few more ideas

Aemond: I can’t believe we finally make it

Lucerys: I can’t believe either

Aemond: After what we’ve been through, what the odds with all the people in the world that you chose me and I chose you?

Lucerys: i know

Aemond: Isn’t it just so pretty to think there was some invisible string tying you to me?

Lucerys:

Lucerys: I’m pretty sure that string called family, uncle