Animals are always cooler than humans, but I hate humans and am thus not considered a good source of opinion. My nephew could "breathe" underwater, but really he was just breathing the gift of Shu's air.
I beat his ass in the competition anyways, I bet I would beat your animal speaker.
And yes, fish can be priests. Any animal or man could. Sobek's high priest is an ancient old crocodile, for example.
[ Pierce's entrance gets a double-take, like it initially makes sense for Pierce to have answered his summons so quickly before he thinks through the implications of someone literally being able to teleport wherever they want. Handy — handier than speed, in a way. Still, the surprise on Homelander's features doesn't last long — they have more important things to discuss. ]
I would be, too, if I were in his shoes. I mean, I am now, too, with all this voice bullshit, but get this—
That's a fairly wide range. I don't think anyone wants to win as much as Set does.
We've spoken once. I don't presume to know her innermost thoughts. All I know is that she doesn't want to talk to animals because of some fish guy you know.
oh yeah, the deep? he's useless. worse than useless. when you're a kid, you think talking to animals would be great, and then you see it in practice, and boy does it not fulfill that fantasy.
[ Please gets Homelander's attention. It's a word he's heard a lot, over his lifetime, but not one he expects from someone with Aemond's personality. ]
[ And, true to his word, Homelander arrives at Aemond's door within the next ten minutes, glancing around the hall once before he knocks on the door. A body doesn't bother him, but he's certain (as is Aemond, if his texts are any indication) that the rest of the house won't necessarily feel the same way. ]
[ he can't even laugh; aemond's body language now is that of a man who's tired and worn out.
aemond steps back to let homelander through, and behind them on the canopied bed is gideon's body, still somewhat warm. he's only been dead for a couple hours. there is a knife on the bedside, but not bloodied. there is a pillow, crumpled at the edges as if gripped tightly before being set down by gideon's side; chalky, dried spit stands out around the boy's mouth. ]
He does not want to be touched by the doctors. I do not know where else I might place him where he will not be disturbed.
[ The scene isn't really what Homelander's expecting. Considering Aemond's confession as to bloodthirsty thoughts the week prior and the text I have had a hand in their death, he'd imagined a murder scene, but this is—
—drugs, as far as his powers can divine. An intentional overdose, even. Homelander takes a long look at the body before fixing his gaze on Aemond, as though simply looking at the boy might reveal exactly what's going on here. But the tension's there and then gone, as Homelander sighs, deciding not to question Aemond any further in the immediate moment, at least where motive is concerned. ]
If he doesn't want the doctors touching his body, that's one thing; if he — or you — are trying to keep this a secret, that's another. Tell me which it is, and we can go from there.
[ i have refused, he doesn't say. he can't say it, not after what he's said earlier in the week to homelander, not after the call for help, not after he's rebuilt a reputation for being a reckless man of action among the guests here. it serves his mother better to have a son she can caution others against; it serves his family well to act as a deterrent against outside interference regarding their personal matters; it serves him best that he should not have to explain his desire to be seen and acknowledged, and only demand it from those with the patience for his character.
does he dishonor gideon, like this? does he break faith with homelander, like this? all he knows is this is the first death here that he did not wish to happen.
gideon has only ever been kind, and homelander ever so understanding. ]
The doctors would not keep his death secret. He walks the path between the living and the dead. He had to die so I could get the name of Lady Sansa's murderer.
[ Even with all the new chatter in his head, Homelander can tell Aemond isn't totally himself. The picture he paints is a pretty clear one: this was a choice made for the sake of shortening the game, for the sake of finding another wolf. It's not a strategy he agrees with, but it's too late to say any of that, now.
So he doesn't. Rather, grim: ] Yeah, I get it. [ Then, with a look at Aemond, ] Hey. Hey. It'll be fine.
[ As fine as anything can be when a suicide(-murder?) is involved, anyway. If the issue is keeping the body out of the way until the game resolves itself, then their options are limited. It's going to be a hassle, sure, but for the moment, this is at least preferable to whatever it is Set and Armand are up to. ]
Do you trust your roommate? Or— [ he hesitates ] —whatever visitors you usually get? If you don't, we can use my room, or find an empty suite. But we're going to need a tub for as long as you want to keep him undiscovered.
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