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ZOECHKA

ZOYA NAZYALENSKY

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i was not ready for this

[erosive]

What an astute man you are, Aemond Targaryen.

[ aka no shit babe ♥ ]

What other things have you managed to notice?

[sapphyre]

You still wear my coat.

[ it could be sentimental, it could also be that he wants it back. it's definitely not the secret third excuse. ]

[erosive]

[ over her dead body is he getting it back :) ]

And?

It looks far better on me than it does on you.

[sapphyre]

No it doesn't.

[ he went there. ]

[erosive]

[ 🚨 🚨 🚨 ]

Your lingering eye says otherwise, moi upryamyy knyaz.

how did i lose this notif

[sapphyre]

My eye doesn't linger.

vhagar ate it

[erosive]

It certainly would if I was on patrol wearing what I'm wearing right now.

My coat looks incredible on me, by the way.

[sapphyre]

Hardly an impactful statement whilst you already believe yourself to be perfection personified.

[ She probably thinks anything, down to the mud he once dressed her with, made her look incredible. ]

You wear it even now as we speak?

[erosive]

[ He's not contradicting her, is he? ]

Maybe.

If I were, it is my coat, and I can wear it whenever I please, with or without whatever I please.

[sapphyre]

[ Maybe.

After a pause, because he seems to have been led to ask. He's now asking out of spite. ]

What else are you wearing now?

[erosive]

Only my coat. I just got back from the banya.

[ Does he need the rest spelled out for him? ]

[sapphyre]

You mean to tell me you're just lying around in nothing but my coat?

[ Sounds fake. Send proof. ]

[erosive]

You've spent the evening offended that I'm wearing my coat, and yet you've chosen to do nothing about it. I don't think you're as annoyed as you're pretending to be.

[sapphyre]

That's a very convoluted way of inviting me over, but I shan't turn down a challenge that's been laid before me.

[ It's all her fault he's this way. OBVIOUSLY. ]

[erosive]

[ Saints, he's so hot and yet so dumb. ]

Don't pretend you haven't been looking for a reason to come over, Aemoshka. It's unbecoming of someone like you.

[sapphyre]

[ Fine. Slipping into voice just to demand in her ear: ] Let me over.

[erosive]

[ She matches him and laughs warmly. ]

Or what? You'll huff and puff and pout? Perhaps I like the idea of you pouting.

[sapphyre]

You haven't shut me out of your mind yet. Go ahead and deny me already.

[erosive]

Is that what you want? For me to deny you?

[ Is he going to answer honestly or hide again, as he seems so fond of doing? ]

[sapphyre]

I already told you what I want: let me over.

[erosive]

Hurry up before I change my mind and lock my door.

[ Don't dawdle! The door is unlocked. ]