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"I detest this distance between us."
She keeps her gaze on him, as he turns his head towards her, expression unreadable.
"However, what I detest the most, is your eye," she says, by the twitch of his eyebrow she thinks she may have offended him, but she couldn't be sure, not with him. "No matter how diligently I try to read it, I fail every time."
Aemond scoffs lightly, facing forward again. And that just wouldn't do.
"Should I tell you what I adore the most too?" She asks him. Look at me, look at me, look at me—
He does, humming in response, he arches an eyebrow.
She stares into his eye, he looks like an angel underneath the sunshine that's shining down upon him, the only light in the darkened room.
She finds herself compelled to lean towards him, like a parched wanderer pulled in by a mirage. Their shoulders brush, and she rests her hand against the floor, in restraint, holding herself back from getting too close.
She couldn't very well use the excuse of falling when they're sitting, after all.
"I adore your eye the most," she tells Aemond. "Because no matter how diligently I try to read it, I fail every time."
At her words he goes still, lips parting slightly, as his gaze flicks between hers.
She leans closer still, her heartbeat drumming a staccato in her ears, just a bit more and their noses would brush, but she doesn't let them, there's something intoxicating about this distance, this chasm.
"But what I relish the most, is this distance that separates us," she says softly, voice falling into a whisper. "Because if it wasn't for the distance, I wouldn't have an excuse to come close to you."