Shame drained his face of color, only for anger at the humiliation of it all to flood his cheeks with red once more. He kept a hand over his mouth at first. Unbelievable, really, though the hit had been so thorough and clean he couldn't register any immediate pain. Well. Not of the physical variety. The eternal sting of staying docked within Humiliation Station was a familiar one but one that burned just the same.
He made no move to grab his tooth. He simply stared at Jon, seething. Rhaegar...not so much. He seemed more amused than anything. The queen, nowhere near it.
After a few moments of that impotent glare, Viserys hauled himself up, taking off with the swaying speed usually reserved for those who were leaving in a huff. Which he was. Rhaella followed after, pausing only to give Jon an oddly warm smile for a man who'd just torn her miracle baby a new one. There and gone, a haunting image for sure.
But it was Rhaegar who stayed. Of course Rhaegar would be the exception. He seemed amused, too, a rare break from the usual brooding. Perhaps Jon would recognize the mild change in facial expression to indicate a Brooder found something endearing. And there he stayed, staring at Jon. Viserys huffed down the street and still his ghost lingered, as though he'd passed Rhaegar along, like his brother's memory was the same as a cold. Now Jon would share this plague for a few days.
Stomp stomp stomp. Only when two heads of silver-gold disappeared from sight did Rhaegar move along, and after a few steps away from Jon, the silver prince disappeared entirely, gone like steam from a cup of something still too hot to drink.
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He made no move to grab his tooth. He simply stared at Jon, seething. Rhaegar...not so much. He seemed more amused than anything. The queen, nowhere near it.
After a few moments of that impotent glare, Viserys hauled himself up, taking off with the swaying speed usually reserved for those who were leaving in a huff. Which he was. Rhaella followed after, pausing only to give Jon an oddly warm smile for a man who'd just torn her miracle baby a new one. There and gone, a haunting image for sure.
But it was Rhaegar who stayed. Of course Rhaegar would be the exception. He seemed amused, too, a rare break from the usual brooding. Perhaps Jon would recognize the mild change in facial expression to indicate a Brooder found something endearing. And there he stayed, staring at Jon. Viserys huffed down the street and still his ghost lingered, as though he'd passed Rhaegar along, like his brother's memory was the same as a cold. Now Jon would share this plague for a few days.
Stomp stomp stomp. Only when two heads of silver-gold disappeared from sight did Rhaegar move along, and after a few steps away from Jon, the silver prince disappeared entirely, gone like steam from a cup of something still too hot to drink.