little dragon

He made sure to avoid the bump on Aerion's head as he pet him, fingers grazing down the back of his skull and dragging through where he'd let his hair grow longer on the nape of his neck, almost long enough to twist around a finger. Aerion wasn't any more forthcoming, but his eyes had slid softly shut under Baelor's touch.He'd not ever seen him like this- not even in the moments after they'd laid together, when Aerion always seemed so intent on wringing every moment of intimacy from him, no matter how hesitant Baelor always was to give any more than what was required in the heat of the moment. He could scarcely believe the boy curled between his knees was Aerion at all- that cruel, cold-eyed young man that had gotten them into this grisly situation in the first place.Maekar had defanged him for the evening. Tomorrow he would wake spitting venom again, Baelor was sure.