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Comet Donati [Chapter 6: No Control]
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Series Summary: Sex, drugs, boy bands. You are a kinda-therapist recruited (via nepotism) to help Comet Donati through a recent crisis. Things are casual with Aegon, very not-casual with Aemond. Loosely inspired by One Direction.
Chapter Warnings: Language, sexual content (18+), drugs, alcohol, smoking, mental health struggles, all-you-can-eat sushi, bodily injury, violence, hungry deer, Selena Gomez, angst!!!
Selected Chapter Quote: “He can’t see on that side, you fucking snake!”
Word count: 9k.
Link to chapter list (and all my writing): HERE.
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Your last day waking up in Singapore: lying in bed and watching the shadows of birds shoot across the ceiling like falling stars. Your wrist aches in its splint. The door to the balcony is wide open. The wind blows in hot and damp off the South China Sea. You hear him before you see him: the swipe of a keycard, the swinging of the door, the clop clop clop of undoubtedly neon Crocs against the hardwood floor.
You look over at him, not moving from the bed. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Then Aegon notices something in the tiny trashcan beside your nightstand that’s cluttered with souvenirs. Nestled between empty soda cans and Starburst wrappers is a mostly full pack of birth control pills. He stares at it for a while before he says, tentatively: “Trying for a little bundle of joy? With anyone I know?”
“Definitely not.” You sigh, turning back to the ceiling, morose. “Baela and I did 23AndMe like a month ago, and we just got our results back. She’s distantly related to royalty. I have a defective gene that makes me extra susceptible to blood clots. So if I take hormonal birth control I could have a stroke or something.”
“Damn, that sucks,” Aegon says.
“Yeah.”
“But it’s good you found out, you know? I wouldn’t want you dropping over dead.”
“Yeah,” you say again, flatly, ungenerously.
“Hey, no big deal, Stargirl. You know I’d use condoms anyway.”
“Well I might at some point in my life want to have sex with someone who’s not you, so.”
Aegon steps closer; he appears upside down as he studies you from above, sunburned forehead knit into thoughtful grooves, smelling like Tiger Beer and Axe body spray and…you think…chicken wings. His hair is in disarray, his aviator sunglasses tangled in blond knots. He’s wearing a lavender tank top, like dusk, like a bruise. “Ohhhh, I get it. This is an Aemond and Shelby thing.”
You hate that you’re so transparent, like a window wiped clean of fog and fingerprints. You hate that he’s right. “Why are they even together? What the hell do they have in common?”
“Now or before?”
“Both, I guess.”
“Well, before…” Aegon scratches at his cheek. There is a bug bite there, a tiny pink welt left by the venom of a mosquito or a spider. “It was a mutually beneficial arrangement. Aemond got the satisfaction of boning the kind of girl who would have screamed if he touched her back in high school. Shelby got a massive career boost. She had 900,000 Instagram followers when they met. Now she has over 20 million.”
That recurring, futile refrain: I hate her, I hate her, I hate her.
“And I won’t lie. They had some good times.” Aegon grins down at you. “Just like we did.”
“What about now?”
“Now…” Aegon ponders this. “Now I think they’re both lost. Neither of them knows what comes next. Aemond leaving Comet. Shelby hitting that age when people like her start checking off the husband and kids boxes. When you’re thrown off a ship, you cling to the life raft, even if it’s small or ripped up or half-deflated or whatever, right? You try to hold on to what you have left. You return to what’s familiar. And that doesn’t make it right, but it’s what people do.”
“It is,” you agree mournfully. “So Aemond was the one who broke it off.”
“Yeah.”
“And then he took her back.” She called and called and called, he finally answered.
“He had a moment of weakness. Now we all have to live with it.”
“I didn’t know that.” Then you sit up on the bed and look at Aegon. “When the label wanted to get rid of Aemond, why didn’t you fight for him?”
“That’s just the way of the world, Stargirl.” He shrugs, an inevitability, good weather, bad weather, sun and clouds and storms. “He couldn’t stay in the band the way he is now. And the problem isn’t what he looks like. The problem is in his soul. But I have no idea how to fix it.” Aegon smiles, warm like summer. “I thought maybe you would. That’s why I called you.”
“You didn’t even know me,” you tell him. “I was just some girl from a bar.”
“No,” Aegon says softly, and he does not elaborate. And then, bright and cheerful again: “You’re really going to earn your paycheck at our next stop.”
“Where are we going?” You recall the names you’ve heard bouncing around since Comet arrived in East Asia, the cities you’ve seen on banners and t-shirts and Instagram posts. “Bangkok? Kuala Lumpur? Manila? Jakarta? Seoul?”
“Tokyo.” Aegon is still smiling, though in an off-kilter way now, uneasily, his murky ocean-blue eyes somber. The scene of the crime. Where the accident happened. Where Aemond believes his life ended. “We’re performing at the Budokan.”
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White clouds turn to sapphire waves, then emerald green fields and forests, then buildings in a million different shades of grey that stretch on forever, steel and concrete and asphalt and glass. Tokyo is the largest city you’ve ever seen, the largest city imaginable. It is a labyrinth that makes you think of the hay mazes that farms back home set up each autumn; it beckons you in and then dares you to leave.
As the band hurries through Haneda Airport, you are pursued by paparazzi and hyperventilating fans. The usual suspects—Aegon, Daeron, and Jace—can be relied upon to high five, smile, flash peace signs and hand hearts, blow kisses, pass out crochet astronomical objects, and shout such endearments as (woefully mispronounced) “Konnichiwa!” and “We love you, Japan!” Shelby waves like she’s goddamn Princess Diana. Aemond bows his head, his eyes enigmatic behind his sunglasses, his steps swift. Luke holds Rhaena’s hand; Baela walks with them. You hide behind Cregan. He casts quite a large shadow.
“I look real rock and roll now,” you joke, gesturing with your splinted arm.
Cregan replies in his rumbly subterranean voice: “I think I have you beat.” He pulls up one of his sleeves—floral print, silk, Valentino—and shows you the underside of his right forearm. Bisecting the flesh from his wrist to the crook of his elbow is a long, faint, moon-white scar that you’ve never noticed before, never even heard anyone mention.
“Oh, ouch! You broke it?”
“Compound fracture.” He covers his forearm again with his sleeve.
“When? How?”
Cregan hesitates. Suddenly, he no longer wants to be having this conversation. “Years ago.”
Just outside the airport waits that trusty fleet of black, tinted-window Escalades; but Aemond has requested that his 1960 Gold Star be there too. He takes his keys, helmet, and jacket from one of Comet’s hulking security guards. Shelby’s detail is notably more subdued since that night in Singapore; the man who dislocated your wrist has been exiled from the tour. Aemond climbs onto his motorcycle and starts the engine. The sound takes you back to Rome: when your hopes and spirits were high, when you and Aemond were still living on the light side of the moon.
“You in the mood for a ride, Shelby?” Aegon asks, smirking unkindly, taunting, chomping loudly on cotton candy flavored Bubble Yum. “Don’t forget your helmet. We’d all be lost without you.”
Shelby combs out her beachy blond waves with her artful fingers, tan, reedy, nails turquoise and adorned with golden koi fish. “You’re psychotic if you think I’m getting on that bike.”
“Jesus,” Jace mutters. He is as shocked as anyone by his abrupt demotion to only the second most villainous person in Comet’s retinue.
Aemond doesn’t react, doesn’t say anything to Shelby, doesn’t even look at her. But he does glance over at you. And the words rise in your throat like a burning sun at dawn: I’ll go, I’d love to go, I trust you, I want you. But before you can say anything, Aemond has knocked the kickstand out of the way and is weaving through thick afternoon traffic towards the Mandarin Oriental Hotel. And as the Escalades roll and the band chats around you—indistinctly, abstractedly—you keep staring out the window and searching for glimpses of Aemond like the rare flash of a meteor in a city sky; but you can’t find him.
Criston knows he’s brought Comet to dangerous ground, peppered with quagmires and landmines. So he has planned a ruthlessly hectic itinerary. As soon as you’ve received your room key and unpacked, it’s time for dinner at an all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant down the street. Criston herds the band there like the rugged Australian cattle dogs that your parents have back in Kansas City nip at the heels of snorting, intractable Black Angus bulls. You sit between Baela and Aegon, who is wearing his neon green tank top, matching Crocs (per usual), and khaki cargo shorts. He’s also gulping sake bombs until they dribble down his sunburned face. Countless varieties of sushi and side dishes rotate by on a conveyer belt, colorful little plates waiting to be snatched up: salmon, tuna, eel, octopus, shrimp, miniature omelets, fried tofu, Wagyu beef, squid, yellowtail, veggie rolls, chicken and pork dumplings, seaweed salad.
“You okay over there?” Aegon asks, grinning as he watches you stab at your eel sushi, topped with some kind of mayo-like sauce and delicious but tragically challenging to eat.
“I didn’t know how to use chopsticks before my dominant hand was put out of commission.” You glare down the row at Shelby. She glowers back. Since that night in Singapore, you circle each other like snarling undomesticated animals, wolves or coyotes. Now you’re on her radar. Now she knows there is something—that mysterious, ever-shifting, worrying something—between you and Aemond. She just doesn’t know what it is. Neither do you, neither does he, neither does anyone.
“Want me to feed you?” Aegon slurs flirtatiously. He plucks up a piece of your eel sushi with his chopsticks and promptly drops it in your lap. “Oh. Fuck.”
Baela presses the button on the counter to summon the server. “I’ll get you a fork.”
“You are a saint,” you tell her. “Patron saint of initiative. Or drive, whichever you prefer the sound of.” Aegon is mayhem, Aemond is lost causes. What am I?
“And you are an uncultured hick from Kansas.”
You smile at her. “Missouri.”
Your fork soon arrives. A few seats down the row, you hear Shelby ask innocently, like it doesn’t mean anything: “How old is Louis Tomlinson’s son now?”
Aemond shrugs. He’s watching the conveyor belt for vegan options; he keeps missing them when they pass by. “I don’t know, five?”
“No, Freddie?!” Luke says. “He’s gotta be like seven now. We saw him last summer at Niall’s pool party.”
“He was so cute,” Shelby says. She’s sitting on Aemond’s good side, as always. She rubs his back and you fight the urge to break her fingers one by one, snapping them in half like dry autumn twigs, lifeless and hollow. “Wasn’t he cute, honeybunch?”
“Sure,” Aemond replies distractedly. And of course Shelby is the type of person who believes that becoming a father will heal a man, rather than just dooming his children to be collateral damage.
Aegon peeks over the conveyer belt at the chefs who are preparing plates in the middle. He lurches and wobbles. Criston covers his own face with his hands, mortified. “Hey, hey, can I get a Crab Rangoon please?”
A chef says something in Japanese, soft and polite but clearly imploring him to sit back down.
Aegon repeats slowly: “Crab! Rangooooooon!”
“Hey dumbass,” Jace says. “That’s Chinese. We’re in Japan.”
“Oh. Right.” Aegon sighs, retreats, and orders himself another sake bomb.
You grab a plate of veggie rolls and another of fried tofu sushi off the conveyer belt and pass them down the row to Aemond. Shelby sends you the most venomous of glares, but Aemond mouths when she’s not paying attention: Thank you.
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Two shows in Tokyo, two performances on the stage where Aemond was mutilated. Of course, you don’t see mutilation when you look at him. You never have. You see the way the light hits the angles of his jaw and nose and cheekbones and think of marble faces in museums, generals, kings, saints, angels. You see the crystalline blue of his right eye and think of rivers, cool and rushing and clean. You see the ethereal haze of his left eye and think of other planets. You don’t know why everyone else reads his scar and blindness as a tale of unspeakable ruin. You can’t imagine seeing Aemond that way. It would be easier, less painful, simpler for you if you could. Maybe you could stop wanting him. Maybe you could stop dreaming about him, wisps of longing and memory that escape you as soon as you wake.
Aemond does not attend Comet’s concerts at the Budokan. They’re the only ones you’ve ever known him to miss. He rides out on his Gold Star instead, and then reappears to join the band for their post-show ritual in Jace’s suite, grim and quiet and scribbling in his black-paged notebook, smoking his cigarettes, sipping his Brambles. You cannot blame Aemond. You weren’t here last December when a piece of rigging collapsed during soundcheck and nearly killed him, and yet you can’t stop thinking about it; you can’t stop yourself from glancing up at the rafters during shows, wondering exactly how it happened, picturing Aemond bloody and unconscious on the stage, half-blinded and robbed without knowing it yet.
Tomorrow night is Comet Donati’s final performance in Tokyo, but today Criston has a day trip planned. He has filled every spare second of this tour stop with distractions. The band travels by bullet train (or shinkansen) and then local railways to Nara, the city that served as Japan’s capital in the 700s. Criston hires a tour guide—an 80-year old man called Toru-san, who possesses an incalculable amount of knowledge and also a very, very thick accent—to lead you all around Nara Park to see Isuien Garden, the Kasuga Taisha Shrine, the Nara National Museum, and finally the Great Buddha. Nara Park is full of food and souvenir vendors, as well as 1,200 sika deer that you can pet and feed, albeit at risk of being trampled by overenthusiastic herbivores. There are signs posted with warnings to exercise caution, complete with cartoon illustrations of deer gone rogue.
It’s 95 degrees outside with 80% humidity. You are drenched with sweat and guzzling boba tea. The handle of your bag from a gift shop is slung over your splint. Toru-san, despite his long pants and cardigan sweater, is looking spry as ever and is deep in conversation with Luke and Rhaena; he is regaling them with a bottomless well of Nara trivia. Cregan and Daeron are still browsing through gift shops, mostly for the opportunity to escape the heat and hover, sighing with relief, in front of every electric fan they come across. Aegon, lobster-level red—you aren’t sure if he’s more sunburned or flushed—is snoring under a tree as deer nibble at his cyan tank top and white cargo shorts. Aemond purchased probably $200 worth of deer crackers and has attracted a sizeable crowd of furry new friends. He’s like he always is around animals: beaming, immersed, at peace. Shelby is capturing pictures and video clips of him from a distance.
Nearby where you stand under the shade of a black pine tree, Baela is dressed in a crop top and yoga pants and stretching in the middle of a patch of grass. She keeps having to stop to shove deer away from her as they tiptoe close, searching for snacks. Jace is using Google Translate to flirt with a crowd of Japanese fangirls who have recognized him. They are giggling so loudly you can hear them from across a field. Baela is trying to ignore this. She falls out of a pose and sighs irritably, then walks over to you. Together, you watch Jace for a while, you slurping on your boba tea, Baela frowning with her hands on her willowy waist.
At last, she says: “Sometimes we love people who we know don’t deserve it. But that doesn’t make us love them any less. We just hate ourselves for not being stronger.”
“I think you’re incredibly strong, Baela.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. Strong enough to leave him. Strong enough to begin living your own life again.”
Her expression is suddenly uncharacteristically vulnerable, fearful. “I don’t know if I can do it. I’ve never been an adult without him.”
“You’d figure it out. And you wouldn’t be alone. You’d have Rhaena, and Luke, and ballet, and all your friends and family—”
“And you too, right?” she asks. “You’ll still be my friend? Even after you go back home?”
You are stunned into a silence that Baela first mistakes for rejection. Her face falls. “No no no, I’m not hesitating, you just caught me by surprise. Of course I’ll still be your friend after the tour is over. I’ll be your friend forever.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“And you’ll visit me in prison if I snap one day and throw Jace into a meatgrinder?”
You laugh and hug her, your sweat dampening each other’s clothes: her orange crop top, your Backstreet Boys t-shirt. “Absolutely. For sure.”
“Okay. I gotta go practice some more.” She spends long hours down in the hotel gym while everyone else is sleeping or partying or preparing for shows, running and stretching and yoga and repeating the same dance routines over and over again. You applaud and whistle as she leaves. “Stop,” Baela complains, but she’s grinning.
You procure another boba tea. You find a nice shady spot on a bench. You check your phone; there’s maybe fifteen more minutes until the band is scheduled to leave for the train station to begin the journey back to Tokyo. Naturally, Criston has dinner already planned: kaiseki ryori, a traditional multi-course meal. You wonder if there will be vegan options for Aemond. Your eyes drift back to him. They always seem to. He’s dragging his palm down the face of a ten-point buck as he feeds him a crumbling brown cracker. There’s a fawn curled up in Aemond’s lap. His blond hair is slicked back off his forehead, his black shirt mostly unbuttoned. Sweat gleams on his chest. Your fingertips ache to draw sloping lines and lazy circles in it.
“I never worried about him,” Criston says. He’s appeared beside you, arms crossed guardedly. You move over so there’s room for Criston on the bench. He sits, distant and troubled. “I always worried about the others. Aegon and Jace especially. But not Aemond.”
“Because he never needed you,” you say quietly.
“He didn’t,” Criston agrees. “And so I wasn’t there to protect him that day.”
The day of the accident. “From what I understand, it wasn’t something you could have prevented.”
“No, I couldn’t have stopped that piece of rigging from falling. But I could have made it so he wasn’t standing under it.”
You wait for Criston to explain. That’s an element that people often underestimate: the power of waiting for someone to be ready.
“It was soundcheck,” Criston says. His voice is strained, hushed. He repeatedly touches the stubble of his beard, a nervous habit. “Aemond was on time, as always. Aemond was exactly where he was supposed to be. But no one else was. Aegon and Jace had gone off to a strip club or a burlesque show or something, I don’t remember. They came back to the hotel and were absolutely hammered, they were crawling around on the hallway floor and puking in corners, laughing hysterically, completely out of their minds. Cregan and Luke were there trying to get them cleaned up. I was on the phone with Cregan, he was pissed, probably the most angry I’ve ever heard him, he kept pausing to yell at Aegon. He’d dragged him into a cold shower, but Aegon was fighting, trying to bite and kick him and whatever the hell else. So eventually I decided to go to the hotel and deal with it. Aemond offered to go with me. I told him no, you stay here, I’ll bring the other four even if I have to get the security guys to toss Aegon and Jace over their shoulders and carry them. Then I left.”
“And that’s when it happened,” you realize. “While you were gone.”
“Yes,” Criston says. And he gazes across Nara Park, here in body but his mind trapped in the maze of the past.
“You had no way of knowing what would happen, Criston. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I should have told him to come with me back to the hotel. Or I should have stopped Aegon and Jace from getting wasted. If they’d been on time, if soundcheck had happened as scheduled, no one would have been standing where that piece of rigging fell. Aemond would still be the leader of Comet. He would still have his face, his sight, his life.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you say again.
“Alicent blames me,” he confesses. And you only know who she is because you’ve asked Aegon: the wife of Viserys Targaryen, the mother of his three sons. “She’ll never forgive me.”
Is that really why she avoids you, Criston? Or is there another reason? “If that’s true, it’s only because she’s feeling a lot of horrible things—grief, pain, regret, guilt—and she’s directing them at you. You haven’t earned them. You’re just the person standing in the line of fire. They’re a reflection of Alicent’s inner turmoil, not of your own worth. I think you’ve done a phenomenal job trying to keep this band safe and happy. And I know it’s not easy. I know it’s damn near impossible.”
“I’m glad you’re here,” he says, looking at you with large, dark, truthful eyes like a dog’s.
And you imagine a world in which you’d never seen Aegon after that night in Kansas City, never met Aemond, Baela, Rhaena, Luke, Cregan, Daeron, Criston. “I’m glad I’m here too.”
Criston reaches over and—for a moment, so briefly you could have imagined it—rests his hand on your shoulder like he sometimes does to Aemond and Luke. Then he leaves to collect Cregan and Daeron from a shaved ice vendor. Shelby has strolled over to consult with Toru-san, presumably so she can add his trivia to her Instagram posts and TikTok videos. You go to Aemond.
“I have a confession to make,” he says solemnly as you approach.
The oxygen vanishes from your lungs; you try to hide this. “What is it?”
Aemond smiles up at you. “When the tour guide was leading us here, I thought he kept saying that the park was full of bears. And I didn’t want to kill the mood or anything, but I was definitely concerned about going on a field trip to feed over 1,000 uncaged bears. I am very, very relieved that he was in fact saying deer.”
You chuckle and sit next to Aemond on the grass, petting the fawn in his lap. It blinks sleepily at you, its fur soft and spotted, its ears pricked up and curious.
“What’s your souvenir for this stop of the tour?” Aemond asks.
You pull it out of your bag to show him: a small stuffed sika deer complete with floppy felt antlers. “Isn’t it adorable?”
“It is,” he says. “Are you going to have room for all these keepsakes in your apartment back home?”
“Already fantasizing about me leaving, huh?”
“No,” Aemond says, seriously now. Deadly serious. “No, I’m not.” And then Criston is shouting through cupped hands for everybody to huddle up so you can all head to the train station.
It’s not until the band is trekking out of Nara Park towards the blissful promise of air conditioning that you realize someone is missing. When you look around, you see Criston, Aemond, Shelby, Aegon (rubbing his eyes and yawning), Baela, Jace, Rhaena, Luke, Cregan, and a smattering of security guards dressed in black.
“Wait,” you say. “Where’s Daeron?”
A chorus of confusion: “What?” Huh?” “He’s not here?” At last, Criston spies him sitting alone on a wooden park bench, glumly eating through his mountain of shaved ice.
“What the hell is he doing?!” Jace says impatiently, swiping perspiration from his forehead.
Aegon massages your shoulders. “I think this might call for your particular area of expertise, Stargirl.” And when Aemond’s eye flicks to Aegon fleetingly, resentfully, you think for the first time: And where were you, Aegon, when Aemond was waiting all those months ago? Whoring, drinking, self-destructing in ways that take other people down with you? Then you leave him.
Through the heat that lays thick over the city like a tangle of vines, you trudge to the bench where the youngest Targaryen brother is lingering. “Daeron? What’s wrong?”
He stares gloomily down into his shaved ice: blood-colored, strawberry, ichigo. “Everyone thinks I’m always joking and optimistic, but I’m not.”
You ask gently: “What are you really, Daeron?”
“I don’t know what to be. That’s the problem. I worry about it all the time. I can’t win. If I’m sad, then I’m ungrateful for this tremendous opportunity. But if I’m happy, it’s like I’m dancing on Aemond’s grave.”
“He’s not dead, Daeron,” you say.
“Well, yeah, obviously.”
“But a lot of the time people talk about him like he is. You speak around him, over him, through him. Do you think he doesn’t notice?” Do you think he can’t feel the weight of that dark gravity that roots him to the earth? Do you think he can disentangle who he is from the wreckage that has buried its shrapnel in his bones?
Daeron isn’t insulted by what you’ve said. Instead, he seems fascinated. He seems grateful, like you’ve sat down to help him with an especially baffling puzzle. “What would he want from us, do you think?”
“I think he wants to know that his time in Comet wasn’t wasted. That even if he leaves, he will still be a part of this family. I think he wants to be acknowledged. He doesn’t want pity or awkward silences, he doesn’t want to pretend that the accident never happened. He wants to know that his life will go on in spite of it.”
Daeron ruminates on this, taking a bite of his towering mound of shaved ice. “If I said something about him at the last Tokyo show tomorrow, do you think he’d mind? I’ve had this idea for a while, but I didn’t know how he’d take it.”
“That depends on what you say.”
Daeron asks, peering up at you with large pale eyes: more translucent than Aegon’s, more harmless than Aemond’s. He has been shown more kindness than either of them; he is perhaps less deep, less singularly brilliant, but also less burdened. It is a trade many would happily agree to. It is a trade they would pay for in blood. “What should I say?”
You smile at Daeron. “The truth.”
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“I’d like to take a moment to share something with all of you,” Daeron says into his microphone as soon as Comet finishes The Worst Way To Be. The audience lowers their cheers to a reverent, intensely attentive murmur.
“Wait, what?” Baela whispers to you and Rhaena as you stand in the front row. Shelby, who had been looking rather bored, whips out her phone and begins a live stream. Aegon, Jace, Luke, and Cregan are upbeat and beaming—as is expected of them, as is required—but they pass each other nervous glances like folded paper notes in a high school classroom. This is not in the script.
“I just want to say thank you,” Daeron continues. His voice reverberates off the walls of the Budokan. “Thank you to all of you guys, of course. Our amazing, incredible fans. Thank you for letting us live this dream of a life.” There are claps and whistles, shrieked declarations of undying adoration. Daeron takes a deep breath. His hands are shaking; you can see the microphone tremble. “And thank you to my big brother Aemond.” Instantaneously, the crowd goes as close to silent as it is possible for a stadium at max capacity to be. The others are gawking at him openly now, unable to paper over it with masklike smiles. “I had been following Comet around for years before I got the offer to officially join. So I know how much work and talent Aemond poured into this band. I’m beyond honored to be up on this stage tonight performing for all of you, but I wish it could have happened a different way. I wish Aemond could be here too. And no matter where he goes in the world or what he does next, he will always be the person who made Comet Donati possible. And he will always be my greatest inspiration. I love you, man. We all love you.”
And the audience erupts into deafening cheers and applause, all for a soul who could not bring himself to attend the show. There are chants of We love you, Aemond! that go on for more than five minutes. Aegon is shouting as loudly as anyone; Jace, Luke, and Cregan are running around the stage and encouraging the crowd. They are a little shellshocked, but they are genuine.
Even Jace, you think, you marvel. Even Jace is honoring him. He doesn’t hate Aemond after all. He provokes and he taunts, sure, and he crosses lines on occasion, but Jace doesn’t hate Aemond. He might even miss him.
For their last night in Tokyo, Criston has grander aspirations for the band than the usual wind down in Jace’s suite. He gets everyone—Aemond included, fetched from the bar of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, already several Brambles deep—into the Escalades to drive to Club Camelot, where Criston has reserved one of the three floors for Comet. It swiftly fills like a flute of champagne: women in sparkling gowns, men with baiting smiles, security guards and label executives and friends and acquaintances and models. The tiles on the floor are black and white, but bathed in sapphire luminescence that covers everyone like rain. Empty hands are filled with frosty bottles and glasses clinking with ice. The song that thunders out of the speakers is a throwback: Butterfly by Crazy Town.
Cregan has acquired a harem of sorts; you look once and he’s flocked by three gazelle-like companions, you look again and there are five of them. Jace is mingling freely. Aemond is talking to Daeron—thanking him, it appears, offering heartfelt gratitude—while Shelby greets a pack of influencer-types as they arrive. They squeal and jump up and down with her in their clicking stilettos, then take turns snapping each other’s pictures. Criston actually appears to be somewhat relaxed. He sips on a Sapporo Premium and chats with one of the guys from the label, gesturing casually with his expressive hands. Aegon is curled up in a booth with Selena Gomez. Yes, Selena freaking Gomez. He keeps playing with her glossy dark tresses and making her giggle, propping his sunburned face up on his knuckles, glowing in that way that he does. It’s not just for you. It’s never been just for you. And sometimes he’s close to you and sometimes he’s not, and right now he’s on the other side of the solar system, he’s out in the Oort cloud, he’ll be back to visit earth in a few hundred years. Aegon disappears into the bathroom every few minutes. You see smudges of white powder on his hands, under his nose. If he tried to talk to you right now, you wouldn’t know what to say to him. He would feel like a stranger.
You’re watching Aemond. You wish you weren’t, but you are. He’s in all black, the top three buttons of his shirt undone. You nurse a Bramble and follow Baela, Rhaena, and Luke around the dancefloor, barely able to hear them over the music. Luke is lightheartedly making fun of Baela for something. Her earrings? Her shoes?
“I’ll have you know that I’m very important around here!” Baela cries over the music. “I’m the patron saint of drive!”
“Patron saint of driving herself to the Gucci store, maybe,” Luke says.
They’re all laughing. You feel like you’re observing them through a transparent wall, like you’re at the aquarium and they’re a dazzling rare species and you’re some grubby kid with your palms pressed to the glass. What am I still doing here? Why did I ever think I belonged here?
You break away from Baela, Rhaena, and Luke and drift by Shelby and her fellow influencers, not intending to eavesdrop but catching a few fragments of their conversation like Jupiter and Saturn capture moons. As Aemond talks to Daeron across the room, Shelby is lamenting her love life. She thinks she’s being discrete, but she’s had more than a few gin and tonics.
“No, he still…he probably doesn’t want me looking at him…he’ll let me blow him, but he won’t actually…you know…?”
And you remember what you told him on that balcony in Reykjavik: I think you haven’t fucked anyone since the accident, and you’re terrified to.
You were right. You’re still right. And here you are, like mirrors: Aemond not fucking Shelby, you not fucking Aegon, and there’s no especially good reason for either except that it just doesn’t feel right. After a while, Shelby and her entourage leave to check out another nightclub down the block. More photo opportunities, you suspect. A change of scenery.
“How’s your wrist?” Jace inquires. He’s found you loitering on the outskirts of the dancefloor. He’s wearing a black sequined blazer with nothing underneath except skin and ink. He’s unsteady on his feet, a Vesper sloshing in his glass. Now the song that’s playing is Ed Sheeran’s I Don’t Care, featuring Justin Bieber. In the booth she’s sharing with Aegon, Selena Gomez audibly groans.
“Great. It actually feels better when no one talks to me.”
Jace cackles, far too loudly. “You are hilarious. Hey, hey, listen.” His free hand skates around your waist. Instinctively, you jolt away from him.
“Nope.”
“Listen.” He grips you more adamantly. “Let’s do this.”
“No, no, that’s a very kind offer but I’d rather chew off my own limbs, thank you.”
“Look, I don’t care if you’ve hooked up with Aegon,” Jace purrs into your ear, sweating out vodka and gin, his curls brushing against your cheek. “Hell, I don’t care if you’re still hooking up with Aegon. I’m better than him. I have to be, right? That fat drunk. I’ll show you.”
You try to pull away from him again. You’re wearing the short sparkly dress you bought in Reykjavik, black velvet and silver stars. “Jace, don’t touch me.”
“Come on, Stargirl, give me a shot—”
“Jace,” you say harshly, your eyes blazing. “Do not touch me.”
“Okay,” he sighs; and, to his credit, he releases you. He holds up his palm in surrender. “Okay, fine, but when you change your mind—”
Aemond soars in out of nowhere, a comet, a meteor, the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. His fist connects with Jace’s jaw. Jace’s Vesper goes flying; blood spurts from his mouth, split lips and lost teeth. “Don’t you fucking touch her!” Aemond is roaring. He has Jace pinned to the floor, black and white and sapphire and red. “When she says not to touch her, you don’t, you hear me?!”
People are screaming and descending upon them, trying to pull them apart. Your Bramble shatters against the tile floor. Criston is here, and security guards, and Baela and Rhaena and Luke and Aegon. Everyone is talking at the same time, so it’s almost like no one is. Jace is striking at Aemond from the ground. Aemond hits him again, and again, knuckles into defenseless flesh and bone, blood vessels bursting, nerves on fire. The music stops, the lights come on.
“Aemond, stop!” you shout. “Aemond, Aemond, you’re going to kill him!”
“Let him go, Aemond, please!” Baela is yelling, and there’s raw terror in her voice.
Then Jace lands a solid punch at last, a hook that comes in from Aemond’s left. Blood pours from Aemond’s nose, it’s on his face and his throat, it’s running down his chest. Cregan arrives, locks his arms around Aemond’s waist, and heaves him away. Before Jace has a second to recover, Aegon wrenches him up by the collar of his blazer and slaps him open-handed across the face.
“He can’t see on that side, you fucking snake!”
Criston bellows: “Aegon, back up, back up, back the fuck up!” He finally gets a good look at Jace: bleeding, bruised, teeth missing, blinking dazedly at the spectators, too stunned to feel the pain yet. “Oh my God!” Criston whirls to Aemond, who is struggling against Cregan’s grasp. “How’s he going to perform in five days, huh?! Jesus Christ, he looks like he’s been butchered! How am I going to cover that up?! How is he going to sing?!” Criston pulls Jace to his feet; he practically has to carry him. Baela follows after them, more distressed than you’ve ever seen her, flowing tears and strangled sobs. Rhaena and Luke go too.
You, Aegon, and Daeron rush to Aemond. He’s bent over and spitting blood onto the floor so he doesn’t choke on it. “Not broken,” Cregan pronounces after examining his nose. “Just gonna bleed real bad. Needs pressure on it.”
“Are you okay?” Aegon asks you, a hand careful and tender on your face. He’s back again, for a minute, an hour, a day.
Your voice quakes. “Yeah.”
“What did Jace do…?”
“Nothing, nothing that bad, I mean he grabbed my waist but—”
“Aegon?” Selena Gomez says tentatively, waiting nearby and hugging her arms around herself.
“Yeah, one second, love. Give me a second.” He appraises Aemond and whistles. “Man, you are wrecked.” And not just physically. He’s incensed, he’s in shock. You reach for Aemond’s hand and he lets you take it.
“You got him?” Cregan asks you.
“I’ll clean him up. I’ll take care of him.” And as blood continues to run down his face, you draw Aemond towards the bathrooms. You lead him inside the women’s room and lock the door, blue walls and white florescent light. Somewhat ungainly—relying mostly upon your non-dominant hand—you press a pile of paper towels against his nose and tell him to hold it there. Then you wet more paper towels and wipe down his knuckles, his face, his throat. The blood on his chest has run beneath his glossy black shirt. We match, you think randomly. “Can I…?”
He yanks the shirt over his head, then returns the mass of crimson-stained paper towels to his nose. Fortunately, the bleeding appears to be slowing. You erase the smudged trail of scarlet that runs all the way to the waistline of his dark jeans. When you reach the end of it, Aemond flinches away from you; not a pained flinch, but a fearful one. He turns his back on you and walks to the other end of the small and shadowless room. He braces one palm against the wall and sighs deeply. He throws the wad of paper towels in the trashcan and then covers his face with his hand, shaking his head.
“Aemond,” you say. And you wait for him to look you in the eye. It takes a long time. “What do you want?” Why were you watching me and Jace? Why did you lose control?
“Nothing,” he replies immediately.
“That’s a lie.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does,” you insist, your voice fracturing. “It does matter. Just tell me what you want.”
“Why, so you can let me down easy? Or worse, pretend to be into it to make me feel better, to help piece me and my fragile little ego back together? I don’t beg for anything. You really think I’m going to beg you to want me?”
“No, you’re too fucking proud, you’d never even ask for it. You’ll beat people half to death for things you’re too much of a coward to say out loud, and I’m supposed to feel sorry for you?!”
“Then why are you even in here with me?! Just go back to Aegon, I know that’s what you want. I guess you’ll have to wait in line behind Selena Gomez, but he’ll work his way back around to you eventually.”
“Jace stole something from you, right?” you say. “You feel like he stole the band from you after you were kicked out, and then tonight you felt like he was stealing something else, and that’s why you freaked out and almost murdered him—”
“No. No, because you’re not mine.”
“What do you want, Aemond?” you ask him again, tears of exhaustion and desperation in your eyes.
“I don’t want anything from you,” he says, coming in closer. “So you’re absolved, you’re free to go, I don’t need your goddamn charity—”
Your good hand juts out, and what you plan to do is plant it against his bare chest and push him away. What you do instead—as if by muscle memory, a reflex, an instinct—is reach up to plunge your fingers into his hair. And then his palm is cradling the small of your back and his lips are on yours, moving seamlessly like how currents thread through the ocean. He helps lift you up onto the counter; there is just enough room between two of the sinks. Your legs link around Aemond as he presses himself to you, lips still tinged with coppery blood, bare chest, his waist, his hips. Your back hits the mirror—cool and unyielding, the ink of his lyrics flat against the glass—with enough force to make a thump.
“Are you okay—?”
“I’m more okay than I’ve been in years.”
He tilts up your chin and kisses you deeply, dizzyingly, his tongue darting between your lips. He tastes like his Brambles, sweetness cut with the bite of gin, and smoke, and something else too, something that’s just purely him, something you could drown in like the river of his clear right eye. Gently, you bring your fingertips to his face, to his scar. “Don’t,” he pleads softly, pained.
“There’s nothing wrong with you.”
“Don’t—”
“Aemond, look at me.” And you hold his face still so you know he hears you. “There’s nothing wrong with you. There has never been anything wrong with you.”
You watch it hit him like a stone into water, ripples that wash away everything he’s felt before. He knows you mean it, he can feel it, the same way you can feel the care with which he caresses you, not just lust but engulfing warmth, wordless veneration. He whispers between kisses: “Tell me what to do. Tell me what you want.”
Your lock your gaze with his, then reach down to unbutton his jeans. It’s difficult with the splint, but you manage. You think he might stop you, you prepare yourself for it, but he doesn’t. Instead, Aemond’s hands vanish beneath your dress and slip off your panties, black lace you hadn’t planned on anyone seeing tonight. As you kiss his face—jagged scar, flushed cheek, the slope of his jaw—his fingers slide into a pool of staggering heat and wetness.
He moans. “Oh fuck, that’s for me?”
“I’ve wanted this from the start.”
“Show me…show me how you like it…”
You guide his hand to exactly the right spot and give him a rhythm, a pressure, a pace that rolls a euphoric shudder down your spine. He’s barely touched you, and already you’re shaking all over; you’re throbbing, you’re dazed with that delicious needful aching, you’re gasping into the sweltering, salt-strewn dampness of his neck. His fingertips stroke you in commanding circles—only a few times—until you’re on the precipice, until you stop him. You’re ready, even though he’s huge: long and thick, revealed as he tugs down his jeans and boxers. He pins your uninjured hand against the mirror and kisses and bites at your throat as he eases himself inside you: a stretching that is intense but not unpleasant, hunger being satisfied. And when he thrusts—carefully at first, waiting for you to tell him he can be rougher—there are so many layers of pleasure that it stuns you, it leaves you speechless. Has it ever been like this before? Never, never, never, not once, not for a moment, not with anybody. His future was stolen from him, but he’s taken your past from you; he’s carved it out like a gemstone from the earth and locked it away in a vault no one remembers the passcode to.
“I’m so close,” you whisper, you beg. “Aemond, please, please, I want to come for you…” And you gasp as his fingers skim down your belly again, stroking you forcefully as his thrusts become deeper, quicker, impossibly powerful.
His voice is low and murmuring. His scent is everywhere; it’s all you know how to breathe. “You okay, baby? You alright?”
“Yes, yes, oh God, Aemond, don’t stop, please don’t stop…”
“I won’t stop, baby. You’re doing so well, you’re almost there.”
“Aemond…yes…I love this…”
“I love you.”
He what…? He WHAT…??
And it doesn’t just drag you over the edge; it pushes you, it propels you, you go plummeting off the cliffside and freefall for miles. There’s no disguising it. You have to bury your face in his chest to keep from crying out, clinging to him, your fingernails leaving indents like crescent moons. Aemond, fighting his own climax viciously, lasts just long enough to fuck you through the aftershocks and then empties himself not just physically but also of the shame and aimlessness of the past seven months, of his fears, of his suspicions.
“Wait,” you say as he pulls away from you. You yank a paper towel out of the dispenser and wet it with cold water. First you cool his forehead and the back of his neck with it, then you wipe his fingers and his cock. Still perched on the counter, you wet another paper towel for yourself.
“No,” Aemond tells you. “Let me.” He takes it from you, opens your thighs, and kisses your mouth—teasingly, biting and sucking your lower lip—as he spreads your folds and cleans them of his seed, abundant hot white fluid that you can feel dripping out of you. As he passes over where you are most sensitive—where you can already feel longing for him rebuilding brick by brick—you jump a little, and you both laugh. I could go again, you think. I could do this with him forever. And then, as Aemond descends from the chemical high like a plane gliding down towards a tarmac, you watch as those old familiar poisons—shame, aimlessness, fear, suspicion—begin to fill up in him again, slowly but unmistakably.
He throws out the paper towels and takes several steps back. He starts putting on his clothes, staring at the wall, then at the mirror, not at you but past you, at himself, his clear river-blue eye wide and vacant. He looks horrified by what he’s done; or perhaps, rather, by what he’s said.
You grab your panties off the counter and step into them, readjusting your dress. “Look, uh…if you didn’t mean what you said…that’s totally cool. I get it, sometimes people say things in the moment that aren’t real, there’s the oxytocin and the dopamine, and I don’t want you to feel…uh…you know…like you have to keep up a false pretense or anything…”
Aemond turns around and walks out of the bathroom, the door slamming behind him.
“Okay,” you say to yourself. “Okay. I can fix this.” You use the toilet quickly—UTIs are not welcome here—and then head out onto the dancefloor.
The lights are dim again, and thank God for that; your makeup is smudged, your hair unruly, your eyes glazed, your dress rumpled and stained. Cregan is the only person still waiting. “Hey,” he says flatly, then squints at you. You avoid his astute greyish eyes.
“Hey. Where is everyone?”
“Criston took Jace to the hospital. Baela is there too. Rhaena and Luke are back at the hotel. Aegon is presumably balls deep in Selena Gomez. Aemond just sprinted out of this club and I’d guess he’s headed back to the hotel too. Daeron went after him. I think that’s everybody.”
You shift your weight from foot to foot uneasily. “Shelby?”
“Oh, right. Haven’t seen her. Still out with her friends.” His eyes sweep over you. “On a scale of one to ten, how homicidal would she be if she found out about whatever happened in that bathroom?”
“Nothing happened.”
“Uh huh.” Cregan strides towards the stairwell that leads down to the front door. “Let’s go.”
Back at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, you swipe your keycard and flick the lights on in your suite. You stand there alone, feeling the evidence of what you’ve done: sore muscles and bruised skin and pooling wetness, both yours and his. You are absorbed with thoughts of what you’re going to say to Aemond when you confront him, how much of your truth you are willing to bare. And then your eyes catch on the small trashcan beside your bed, which reminds you of the one back in Singapore, which reminds you of your pack of birth control pills discarded on a pile of crumpled soda cans and snack wrappers.
I haven’t taken a pill in days. How many days? A week?
“Oh my God,” you breathe. And then, more frantically: “Oh no, oh no, no no no…”
What do I do? What the hell do I do?
You race out into the hallway and knock on Baela’s door. Nobody answers. You try Rhaena’s next. She appears in her pajamas, pink and dotted with tiny green Tyrannosaurus rexes. “Hi,” she says agreeably enough, but she’s rubbing her eyes drowsily.
“Hi. I’m really, really sorry to bother you, but it’s an emergency.”
She perks up considerably. “Okay, how can I help?”
“Where’s Luke?”
“In the shower.”
“So he can’t hear us right now?”
“No, he can’t.”
“Good. Do you know when Baela will be back from the hospital?”
“Not anytime soon,” Rhaena says. “She messaged me that Jace needs stitches and has a concussion. They’ll be there all night, at least.”
You exhale, a defeated little squeak. “Is Aegon around? With or without Selena Gomez?”
“No, they haven’t come back yet. I have no idea where they are.”
“Okay.” You swallow noisily.
“What’s going on with you?” Rhaena asks, concerned.
“This really is not a Rhaena situation. This is a Baela or Aegon situation.”
“Alright, but neither of them are here. So I’m who you’ve got.”
You stare at her. “I need Plan B. Do you happen to have any Plan B?”
“Plan B…? Like, you just had unprotected sex with someone Plan B?”
“Yes, exactly, that one.”
Rhaena gapes, scandalized. “With who?!”
“Confidential,” you say briskly. “Do you have any or not?”
“No, I definitely don’t have any Plan B lying around.”
“No,” you groan. Tears are welling up in your eyes. “What am I going to do? How do I get Plan B in Japan?!”
“We’ll figure this out,” Rhaena says. She dashes to her nightstand to grab her iPhone. “Don’t panic. It’ll be okay. Let’s Google 24-hour pharmacies in Tokyo…”
You don’t have Criston here to summon an Escalade—nor would you willingly risk him finding out about this—but Rhaena uses Google Translate to ask the hotel’s front desk to call a taxi. She shows the taxi driver an address, figures out how many yen you owe him, and then asks him very politely (if haltingly) in Japanese to wait ten minutes while you’re inside the pharmacy so you can take a return trip as well. He seems to agree.
Rhaena accompanies you into the pharmacy and repeats these steps: Google Translate, an exchange of yen, the receipt of a service. She tells you that based on her quick research, Plan B is usually by prescription only in Japan, but pharmacists will sometimes be willing to prescribe it on the spot to a patient in need. Rhaena spends a long time typing out a message for the middle-aged, bespectacled pharmacist, then points to you. This is my friend, the maybe-pregnant slut from Missouri, you imagine her saying. She needs emergency contraception. It’s really in all of humanity’s best interests for her not to continue her bloodline.
“You have to show him your ID,” Rhaena tells you.
You give your passport to the pharmacist, and then he hands you a small package. You and Rhaena purchase a bottle of Coke Zero as well. You gulp down the single tablet as the pharmacist watches with bushy raised eyebrows, amused. You are pleased to discover that the taxi driver has waited, and within fifteen minutes you and Rhaena are back at the hotel.
“You’ve talked to a lot of people tonight,” you tell Rhaena matter-of-factly as you ride the elevator back up to the band’s floor.
“Oh, yeah. I guess I did. I mean, I’ve been practicing. And you needed me.”
“I’m proud of you,” you say.
Rhaena smiles sheepishly. “Thanks.”
“And I’ll be even more proud of you when I get my period.”
She giggles, she trots off to her suite, you retreat into yours. You collapse onto the floor and gaze up at the ceiling, studying the specks and grooves in the tiles like constellations.
“It was only one time,” you say to the ceiling. “I was on the pill for years. That takes a while to leave my system, right? I mean, what are the odds? It’s fine. It’s totally fine. Nothing’s going to happen, right?”
Right?
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1st-choicepestcontrol · 2 years ago
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How to Control Household Pests in Singapore?
Do you enjoy having bugs in your house?
Naturally, nobody does that! Even those who find these creatures intriguing do not want vermin running loose in their home, causing unsanitary conditions. In actuality, the invasion of practically all pests—from the buzzing fly and itchy mosquito bite to the painful bee sting—is not only annoyance-inducing but also dangerous. Rats, cockroaches, and mosquitoes can spread sickness, but termites can harm your house. Complete pest control is the only solution for this issue.
How can they be repelled?
Keeping the bugs out is the greatest way to get rid of a pest infestation. Water, food, and shelter are the three essential components that every living thing requires to survive. You may make it difficult for these pests to feel comfy by eliminating their food source and hiding places. This will lessen the possibility of pests moving into your house. In order to keep bugs out, you should also seal any potential entry points, such as cracks and holes in the exterior of your home.
Common Household Pest Control in Singapore:
Garbage Disposal Procedures:
Did you realize? Pests enjoy hanging around in and near the trash. In actuality, they can reproduce there and get their food directly from the waste dump. To reduce the risk of these pests, you must be especially careful when disposing of rubbish. Instead of having garbage cans throughout your home, have one in your kitchen for putting out food waste.
Using trash cans with self-closing lids is one of the finest solutions because it keeps the debris out of insects' grasp. To prevent pests from feasting, make sure your compost bin is lined with fabric and has tight-fitting covers. As a result, recycle containers should be frequently cleaned and sanitised before being placed back where they belong.
Install mosquito screens: 
For natural ventilation, most homeowners like to keep their doors and windows open. Unfortunately, mosquitoes and other flying insects can easily enter your home through open windows. In this situation, mosquito screens keep pests and trespassers out of your house. Fresh air and ventilation can enter without being obstructed by the mesh. However, make sure the screen is impenetrable—holes allow bugs to easily crawl in.
Fill up the Holes and Cracks: 
Every home undoubtedly contains gaps, holes, and cracks that are simple to overlook when assessing our home. Rats and other insects can enter through these openings and explore your cozy abode. As a result, you should frequently inspect the outside of your home or hire an expert.
Clean Stagnant Water:
In the stagnant water, mosquitoes deposit their eggs and grow. Any stagnant water at your house needs to be covered or removed. Always keep an eye out for any water that has become stagnant in the buckets, flower pots, and other containers.
Conclusion
For affordable pest control services in Singapore, you can also get in touch with a reputable business like 1st Choice pest control.
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allaroundworld · 1 month ago
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Top Proven Methods for Effective Mosquito Control in Singapore 🦟🚫 Discover the key strategies to keep mosquitoes at bay in Singapore's tropical climate. From mosquito repellents to environmental management, learn the best practices for effective mosquito control. Ensure a comfortable and mosquito-free environment for you and your loved ones. 🌿🏡
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How to Choose Eco-Friendly Fly Control Products in Singapore
Singaporeans are becoming more conscious about using eco-friendly products in their daily lives, and this includes finding safer ways to keep flies away. Flies can spread germs and are a common problem in Singapore's tropical climate. But, rather than using chemicals, there are eco-friendly options for fly control products that are both effective and better for the environment. This article will guide you on how to choose these fly control products in Singapore and some simple do-it-yourself (DIY) fly control methods.
Why Choose Eco-Friendly Fly Control Products?
Eco-friendly fly control products are safer for both people and the planet. Traditional fly control products often contain chemicals that can harm humans, pets, and the environment. Eco-friendly options, on the other hand, are usually made from natural ingredients and biodegradable materials. These products help reduce pollution, and they are less likely to cause harm to local wildlife or water sources in Singapore. Choosing eco-friendly products and solutions is a step towards healthier living and a cleaner city.
DIY Fly Control Ideas for a Greener Singapore Home
If you prefer a hands-on approach, DIY fly control products and methods are both eco-friendly and cost-effective. Here are some of the fly control products ideas and insights that you can consider for your fly control solutions in Singapore.
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Controz All Insect Killer: Contoz AIK is an effective Household Insecticide aerosol for the control of a wide range of Flying and Crawling Pests. Contains three active ingredients: Metofluthrin, Imiprothrin and Permethrin to ensure rapid knockdown effect to immobilizer insect pests.
Mosquito Bundle Pack: This high quality and eco-friendly Mosquito Bundle Pack comes with a combination of Insect Aerosol spray and scented repellent allows for easy application and powerful stopping power. Controz AIK is a powerful general Insecticide for mosquitoes and flying insects.
ViroLite 20: ViroLite flying insect trap is designed using energy saving EcoLite tubes and large HACCP compliant glue boards with grids. The adhesive boards which is hidden from view, allow discreet capture of flying insects. Ideal for indoor use in any setting, from offices to food establishments. Virolite 20 uses one 20 watt bulb and has coverage of 60m2. The ViroLite 20 bring benefits like EcoLite for great energy savings, Clean, following HACCP compliant with glue boards, Overall aesthetic look and more.
VisuLite 30: Designed to be adaptable to suit any back or front of house environment, with the most effective and fast catch rate possible. The visu industrial fly killer unit can be transformed from an industrial fast-kill trap to a discreet light trap simply by changing and customizing the Inter-changeable stainless-steel front cover. The Visulite 30 comes with customizable front cover for marketing and company branding purpose, All stainless steel construct for enhanced durability, Ease of maintenance, Clean, following HACCP compliant with glue boards and more.Mosquito Dengue Warrior (DW) Resin Net DIY Home (with Casing): Mosquito DW Resin Net, an INNOVATIVE & EXCELLENT MOSQUITO REPELENT solution and Can use for both indoor and outdoor. 3 IN 1 function for DENGUE PROTECTION: REPEL, CONFUSE and KILL the mosquito, safeguard yourself and your family member.
REPEL – create protection to chase away the mosquito from external (mosquito tend to enter house via window, door or other opening)
# CONFUSE – the releasing particle will make the mosquito loose their sense of detection of human and subsequently inhibit its bite (NO BITE NO DISEASE TRANSMISSION!!)
# KILL – kill and control the mosquito vector (final step on the dengue prevention)
# GREEN & SAFE & FLEXIBLE as it is self-activation ( do not need power source like fire or electric) and  easily to be hang or place for create immediate protection.
# PROVEN & GUARANTEE PERFORMANCE as it will auto release the 40x powerful knockdown particle against mosquito compared to common mosquito repellent product & effect last up to 30 days/ one month.
In conclusion, choosing eco-friendly fly control products and DIY methods is a smart and sustainable choice for keeping flies away in Singapore. With biodegradable options, and easy homemade solutions, you can enjoy a pest-free environment without harming the planet. For eco-friendly pest solutions, get in touch with BugsStop - your No 1 home pest control products supplier in Singapore. Shop online or call +65 9621 1180 for more details.
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topgridsingapore · 3 months ago
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Pests Control Services - Topgrid Singapore
Topgrid Pest Specialist provides a comprehensive range of pest control services, including solutions for mosquitoes, cockroaches, rodents, termites, and more. Their services are designed to protect businesses and homes using safe, effective, and responsive pest management strategies.
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carlimuja · 4 months ago
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A Guide To Picking the Best Pest Control Company In Singapore
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Pest invasions pose a significant threat to both residences and commercial establishments.
Singapore, known for its tropical weather, is the ideal environment for many pests, including ants, cockroaches, termites, and rodents. Pest management is then necessary to ensure a clean and secure living area.
Discover the key characteristics to look for when selecting efficient pest control services in Singapore.
8 Characteristics to Look For in a Pest Control Service Provider
1. Professional Qualifications and Licensing
When choosing a pest control company, ensure they have the necessary professional qualifications and licences. A reputable company should be licensed by the National Environment Agency (NEA), which ensures they comply with industry standards and regulations. This licensing signifies that the company has trained professionals who understand pest management protocols and use approved chemicals and methods.
2. Experience and Reputation
Experience matters in pest control. Companies that have been in business for several years are likely to have encountered a wide range of pest issues and developed effective strategies for dealing with them. Look for customer reviews and testimonials to gauge the company's reputation. Positive feedback from previous clients can also indicate reliability and effectiveness.
3. Range of Services
Effective pest control services should offer comprehensive solutions tailored to different pest problems. This offering includes not only extermination but also preventive measures and ongoing maintenance. Services should cover common pests such as cockroaches, ants, termites, mosquitoes, and rodents.
4. Use of Safe and Eco-Friendly Methods
Safety should be a top priority for any pest control service. The pest control company in Singapore should use methods and products that are safe for humans, pets, and the environment. Eco-friendly pest control methods minimise harmful chemical use and focus on sustainable practices.
5. Customisation and Personalisation
Every pest problem is unique, and a pre-determined approach is rarely efficient. The pest control company should offer customised solutions based on a thorough assessment of the specific infestation. This personalised approach ensures that the treatment plan addresses the root cause of the problem.
6. Transparent Pricing and Detailed Quotations
Transparency in pricing is essential to avoid unexpected costs. The pest control company should provide a detailed quotation that includes all potential costs, from the initial inspection to the final treatment. A breakdown of pest control services and their associated costs will help you understand what you are availing of and ensure no hidden fees will exist.
7. Customer Support and Service Guarantee
Good customer support is indicative of a company's commitment to service. Effective pest control companies offer excellent customer service, from the initial consultation to post-treatment follow-ups. Additionally, a service guarantee or warranty shows that the company stands behind its work and is willing to address any issues arising after the treatment.
8. Technological Advancements and Equipment
Having advanced technology and modern equipment can significantly enhance the effectiveness of pest control services. Companies investing in modern pest control technologies can provide more accurate diagnostics and efficient treatments. Their inventory must include tools for precise pest detection, environmentally friendly application methods, and effective monitoring systems.
Conclusion
Pests are truly some bothersome guests in any living area. However, pest control in Singapore is now evolving to ensure these unwanted guests vacate your home safely and for a long time. Choosing the right pest control company then involves carefully considering various factors. Professional qualifications, experience, comprehensive services, safety, customisation, transparent pricing, customer support, and technological advancements are all critical aspects to look for. By selecting a pest control service that meets these criteria, you can ensure effective pest management and a healthier living or working environment.
Are pests invading your home or business? Contact Ridpest today to reclaim your space with effective and reliable pest control services.
Read more: https://www.popularvirals.com/a-guide-to-picking-the-best-pest-control-company-in-singapore/
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fresver · 7 months ago
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Pesky Pests in Singapore? Our Pest Control Services Got You Covered!
Singapore, a vibrant city-state renowned for its cleanliness and efficiency, is not exempt from the nuisance of pesky pests that can infiltrate homes and businesses alike. From sneaky rodents scurrying about to creepy crawlies finding their way into the tiniest crevices, these unwelcome visitors can create havoc and discomfort. Thankfully, professional pest control services in Singapore are well-equipped to handle these issues efficiently and effectively. Whether you're facing a minor inconvenience or a major infestation, these pest control providers possess the knowledge, tools, and experience to address the problem comprehensively. In this article, we'll explore the top pest control services available in Singapore and how they can help you maintain a pest-free environment.
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Swift and Reliable Pest Extermination Services
When pests invade your home or workplace, you need a pest control service that acts swiftly and with precision. Swift and reliable pest extermination services utilise highly trained technicians and cutting-edge equipment to identify and eliminate pests effectively. By opting for their services, you can trust that your premises will be pest-free in no time.
Environmentally Responsible Pest Control Solutions
For those who prioritise eco-friendly practices, there are pest control companies in Singapore that offer environmentally responsible solutions. These companies utilise eco-safe products and techniques, ensuring that the pest problem is resolved without causing harm to the environment. With these services, you can rest assured that your pest control efforts are aligned with your green values.
Thorough and Comprehensive Pest Inspections
Prevention is always better than cure, and some pest control providers specialise in offering thorough and comprehensive pest inspections. By conducting meticulous assessments, they can identify potential entry points and vulnerable areas that might attract pests. Addressing these issues early on can save you from future infestations and maintain a pest-free environment.
Flying Insect Control Experts
Flying pests can be particularly annoying, especially when enjoying outdoor spaces. There are pest control services in Singapore that specialise in dealing with flying insects like mosquitoes, flies, and wasps. With their strategic approach and targeted treatments, they can effectively reduce flying insect populations, making your outdoor activities more enjoyable.
Specialised Rodent Control Services
Rodents, such as rats and mice, can be a persistent and challenging pest to deal with. However, specialised rodent control services have the expertise to tackle rodent infestations with precision. They can quickly identify and eliminate these pests, providing long-term solutions to prevent future infestations and protect your property.
Effective Termite Control Solutions
Termites can cause significant damage to wooden structures, threatening your property's stability. Pest control services specialising in termite control use advanced techniques to detect, exterminate, and prevent termite infestations. By availing their services, you can safeguard your property from these destructive pests.
Holistic Approach to Pest Control
Some pest control services in Singapore adopt a holistic approach to pest management. They recognize that each pest issue requires a customised solution. Whether you're facing ants, bed bugs, cockroaches, or any other pests, these companies develop comprehensive pest control plans tailored to your specific needs, ensuring effective results.
Effective Bed Bug Extermination Services
Bed bugs can turn your peaceful night's sleep into a nightmare. These tiny bloodsuckers are expert hiders and can infest mattresses, furniture, and even cracks in walls. When faced with a bed bug infestation, specialised pest control services can come to your rescue. Equipped with the latest techniques and tools, they can effectively identify and eliminate bed bugs, ensuring a good night's sleep once again. With their expertise, you can bid farewell to these unwelcome guests and restore comfort and tranquillity to your home.
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If pesky pests have invaded your space in Singapore, don't delay seeking professional help. Contact reputable pest control services today to address the problem swiftly and efficiently. Whether it's rodents, termites, or flying insects, these pest control providers are equipped to handle the challenge and provide you with a pest-free environment. Don't let pests take over—reclaim your space with the help of expert pest control services in Singapore! Contact Rentokil SG today!
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pestopiasingapur · 8 months ago
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Best Pest Control Services in Singapore
Pestopia is a professional and economical pest control company in Singapore that offers low-cost yet effective pest remedies. The treatment has been provided for ants, termites, bed bugs, rats and rodents, pet ticks, cockroach infestations, and other insects. Your home is one of the most expensive purchases you will make. Unfortunately, termites and other insects will disregard this because of their voracious desire for wood/food. These irritating pests can swiftly eat through your external and internal timber structures, inflicting extensive damage. Fortunately, you'll get assistance for your top-tier termite control and baiting services in Singapore.
Which Place Pests Are Found?
Pests are found in different places. Here are some of them mentioned below:-
Restaurants
The kitchen is where rats and rodents are most commonly found. This is simple since the rats need to eat. They consume anything edible! So, keep your food well-stored and protected!
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Residential Buildings
Ants, flies, mice, mosquitoes, and other pests are commonly found in residential dwellings and buildings. Termites tend to form colonies on timber and furniture when homeowners or tenants depart on a lengthy vacation. Consider wooden flooring, the space behind cabinets and cupboards, etc.
Commercial Buildings
Pests such as termites and rodents generally cause the most visible damage to commercial properties. Rats invade your structures through pipes and gaps and construct their nests within.
Offices
Cockroaches are common in restrooms. This is especially true for the pantry area, where food crumbs may have fallen on the floor.
Singapore Pest Control Specialist
Pestopia is regarded as Singapore pest control professionals, mainly eradicating bed bugs and termites, which cause regular damage to residential and commercial properties and hassles for property owners.
Bed Bugs Control
Bed bugs are a significant concern in Singapore. The bed bugs will not damage us. It only happens to individuals who remain in rental apartments. However, this needs to be corrected. Bed bugs may damage everyone! Contact Pest Control Singapore to determine how likely bed bugs may attack your home.
Termites Control
The regular look at your office and residence is completed. After the procedure, a follow-up inspection is performed. All landed properties (including cluster landed properties) are suggested to undergo a routine termite examination at least once every six months.
Conclusion
In Singapore, getting the best pest control services is critical for keeping the environment clean and safe. With so many options available, choosing a firm with a solid reputation for providing effective and dependable service is vital. From thorough inspections to environmentally friendly treatments, pest control companies like Pestopia prioritize client happiness and long-term solutions. Residents can rest assured that their pest problems will be effectively handled if they choose a renowned company.
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originexterminators · 3 months ago
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Contact ORIGIN Today!
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pestcontrolhubsingapore · 9 months ago
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Pests such as cockroaches, mosquitoes, rats, and termites pose health risks, damage property, contaminate food, and create an unwelcoming living environment. Don't worry, professional pest control services in Singapore are here to help. Learn safe DIY pest control tips to protect your home today.
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avalonservices · 1 year ago
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Maintain a high standard of cleanliness and sanitation to prevent and control pest infestations in your F&B establishment. This infographic shows some essential practices to be followed. Contact a professional pest control company in Singapore that specialises in mosquito control services, drain flies control, mice control, and cockroach pest control in Singapore to ensure a pest-free environment for your food and beverage business.
Source: https://wondermomsg.wordpress.com/2023/06/07/how-to-ensure-effective-pest-control-in-your-singaporean-food-and-beverage-business/
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origin-pest27 · 1 year ago
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Origin Exterminators is a Singapore based Pest Control and Pest solutions company for the purpose of controlling movements of pest and solutions for different kind of pests
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healthandmedicalblog · 1 year ago
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Dengue Facts That You Should Know
Knowledge of Dengue Fever
Dengue fever is a mosquito-borne tropical sickness brought about by the dengue infection which is communicated to people through the nibble of a tainted Aedes mosquito. It tends to be brought about by 4 unique kinds of a similar infection (DENV-1, DENV-2, DENV-3 and DENV-4). Assuming you have been contaminated from one strain, you can get tainted again from the excess 3 strains. Thus, people can be tainted with dengue fever up to multiple times.
Recuperation from dengue contamination is accepted to give deep rooted invulnerability against that strain however not against different strains. First-time dengue diseases can be serious, particularly among people with debilitated safe frameworks. Rehashed dengue diseases increase the gamble of creating serious dengue.
Dengue fever is broad all through the jungles. In Singapore, the Service of Health has detailed 20 passes, and the combined number of dengue cases to date this year remains at north of 22,400. Our areas are sorted as green, yellow and red zones to separately demonstrate the rising gamble of dengue fever in that area. At present, there are near 400 dengue bunches in Singapore.
How does Dengue Fever spread?
Mosquito-to-human Transmission
The dengue infection is sent to people through the chomps of contaminated female Aedes mosquitoes.
Human-to-mosquito Transmission
People conveying the dengue infection can taint mosquitoes. A mosquito becomes contaminated when it takes a blood dinner from a dengue-tainted individual. After a hatching time of 8 to 12 days, the mosquito becomes infective and will stay infective all through its life expectancy.
Dengue fever isn't infectious and doesn't spread straightforwardly from one individual to another.
Symptoms of Dengue Fever
An individual nibbled by a tainted Aedes mosquito might foster side effects after roughly 3 to 14 days.
Normal symptoms related are:
Fever of unexpected beginning, going on for 1-7 days
Muscle and joint agonies
Extreme migraine
Torment behind the eyes
Skin rashes
Draining eg from the gum and nose, and simple swelling
Sickness and retching
The principal hazard of dengue fever is the movement to dengue hemorrhagic fever or dengue shock condition which can bring about death in uncommon cases. This happens around 3 to 7 days after the main beginning of side effects with demolishing side effects. Cautioning indications of serious dengue include:
More articulated draining issues (draining from the nose and gums, into the skin and inside organs, dark hued stool)
Tireless spewing
Serious stomach torment
How is Dengue Fever treated?
There is no particular prescription or antibiotic to treat dengue fever. Treatment is strong and coordinated towards the help of side effects. Drugs can be taken to control the side effects of muscle agony and fever. Likewise, having more than adequate rest and a lot of liquids is vital to stay away from drying out from heaving and high fever.
In additional serious cases, there might be a need to be hospitalized for cautious observing and treatment that incorporates liquid and electrolyte substitution or potentially blood bondings.
How to safeguard against Dengue Fever?
The best security is to try not to get chomped by mosquitoes. This should be possible by:
Applying bug repellent consistently
Wearing long-sleeved tops and long jeans of light tones
Dozing under mosquito nets introducing wire-network screens on windows, or in cooled rooms to keep mosquitoes out
Showering insect spray in dull corners around the house
Aedes mosquitoes like to raise in spotless, stale water handily tracked down in our homes. You can keep them from reproducing by:
Slackening solidified soil
Turning over buckets
Tipping containers
Flipping window box plates
Clearing the rooftop drain and setting BTI bug spray
More data can be tracked down in the Public Climate Organization site.
Is there an inoculation for Dengue Fever?
Indeed, Dengvaxia® is an immunization used to help safeguard against dengue sickness in people matured 12 - 45 years, and who have had earlier dengue contamination.
It isn't suggested for the people who have NOT had past contamination as proof shows a more extended term chance of more serious sickness upon disease in such people following immunization.
You might book a meeting with us for immunizations or counsel our primary care physician to see whether you are reasonable for the dengue antibody.
How would it be a good idea for you to respond in the event that you suspect you have Dengue Fever?
Kindly look for guaranteed clinical consideration on the off chance that you assume you have dengue fever. Blood tests to evaluate for dengue and observing of blood platelet levels are accessible to help the conclusion and the executives of dengue fever.
Assuming that you are getting back from an area where dengue fever is common, you ought to likewise be cautious and screen for side effects of dengue fever. If all else fails, counsel a specialist despite the fact that you may not show any side effects. Our primary care physicians at Minmed Facilities will be glad to help you.
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