[ a moment of doubt dissolves as quickly as alicent pulls his arm around her. she could have turned him down - screamed and caused more alarm, drawn attention to the blood at his mouth and the wild, blown-out hunger in his eyes. but she doesn't. he lets his palm slide down to her arm, holding her tightly against his side.
chaos - some people turning and fleeing from the table, one of the not-corpses-not-human sacrifices rolling from it and crawling up into the lap of someone stunned with fear, blood and guts spilling everywhere. someone bumps past them, another person throws up in the corner.
he doesn't think twice before he scoops her into his arms, unceremonious with strong arms tucked under her legs and moves.
it's not far - but the swiftness alone might be startling - one moment in the chaos, the next up a flight of stairs where the bedroom corridors start. instead, the large door before them holds the solarium - the doors left open and the glass peering out into the night sky, quiet, save for the chittering of a cricket that's made its way inside. his eyes turn to her, holding her, a little stunned at the door, hearing the noise echoing in the foyer behind them. ]
I'm sorry.
[ for what he is. for not telling her. for letting her stand among the ruins of this place like she undoubtedly has at home so many, many times. ]
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chaos - some people turning and fleeing from the table, one of the not-corpses-not-human sacrifices rolling from it and crawling up into the lap of someone stunned with fear, blood and guts spilling everywhere. someone bumps past them, another person throws up in the corner.
he doesn't think twice before he scoops her into his arms, unceremonious with strong arms tucked under her legs and moves.
it's not far - but the swiftness alone might be startling - one moment in the chaos, the next up a flight of stairs where the bedroom corridors start. instead, the large door before them holds the solarium - the doors left open and the glass peering out into the night sky, quiet, save for the chittering of a cricket that's made its way inside. his eyes turn to her, holding her, a little stunned at the door, hearing the noise echoing in the foyer behind them. ]
I'm sorry.
[ for what he is. for not telling her. for letting her stand among the ruins of this place like she undoubtedly has at home so many, many times. ]