I could not find you amidst these buildings no matter where I chose to seek you, and it is because of such that I have left you this— my thoughts in this device to you. I know it is not the best of ways to reach out after what has happened, but I do not wish for time to stretch us further into boorishness. I do not wish for misfortune to pull me apart from the few of those I admire.
My behavior must be condemned, whether by the light of the sister moons or not, and I will understand if you would like to do the same. An excuse is nonexistent and I am nearly without words, but silence is what certainly pains me most when I choose to think of you.
I will be knitting a piece in front of the apartments this afternoon. If I may have the utmost pleasure to see you for a moment, just a moment, I promise it will be different.
Best regards, and may song carry you to great heights.
[ After their last encounter, it was a bit difficult to reply to the message. Daenerys was at first very angry, then very confused. Two feelings she did not find she liked very much. The device is strange, but fortunately she had a few lessons to learn it better. Not proficiently, but enough.
A few hours later, she responds. In letter form! ]
Four,
I sadly do not like to publicize where my dwelling is. I do not feel comfortable with private guests nor do I wish to host audience in a place unfitting. It has been a difficult adjustment with difficult situations arising.
While you have reached out to me to show sincerity, I am unsure. Whatever happened that night... I have never seen such a thing, never experienced a display such as that. Do not offer answers if you do not have them, I care not about fluff and frill. Something rooted deeply inside of you, something I can not see, no matter how much you may rip yourself apart to show others.
I will meet with you, but please understand I am uncomfortable with being forced into a situation seeing you tear yourself apart in front of me. My words meant nothing to you that night, please allow them to mean something today.
[ not so different from the night dany had bathed and eren had entered her cleaning quarters, the dragon does so again— though this time, unseen and arriving first, seems like. a little early.
dusk has yet to bleed through a sky with no sun, and perhaps they only know the time through the means of their magitech or how foggy to solid it becomes. he finds a place to lay in wait, windows closed to leave any hint of his arrival hidden away, masked by the scent of oils and dim lit shadows his midnight scales could disguise behind.
he comes with aid, with gift and word, and when the footsteps and clanking of guards pique at his pointed ears— eren spreads his wing over himself on the floor, blanketed by blackness and helped by the lack of candle light. he put that out when he got here. ]
[ She had felt tired. Weary. Worn. There were moments of weakness where she wishes she could simply return to Aefenglom and hide away from the rest of the world. To bundle under a heavy blanket and wait until she awakens from the dream (nightmare?) they find themselves in.
Time is an odd thing here, with the moon gone and the stars hidden by blanketed fog... she doesn't realize the time. Rushing from her quarters – her heart leaps in a spiral when she finds herself confronting Eren's appearance in the dim sanction of her cleaning quarters. Fortunately, she was dressed this time in a robe (literally no time for getting dressed) as opposed to just nakkid, so #progress. ]
God's above, you shouldn't do that! I almost screamed out!
[ Alerting a guard would be, interesting. How To Hide Your Dragon.
The hand on her chest lingers there, fingers knotting at the fabric in relief. ]
We'll need to come to an agreement on when it is appropriate to come to me in such ways. [ Her privacy is important, but there's that same teasing in her voice... ] It could leave a bad impression if found out.
[ with the door shut and only the scent and small footsteps of the woman there, eren pulls back his wing to show himself, and the sphere he coils his fingers around just as she turns the corner— at a bad time. it’s a hellish figure she’d see, he forgot about that. perhaps he had camouflaged too well, which could’ve been a good thing. not a good thing if she shouted. he doesn’t verbalize his apologies, but eren’s brows do curl with concern and he nods in agreement.
. . . only slightly. she still manages to tease him somehow, and for a moment, some of his scales shift in color, deep and warm red-oranges like skin would flush. he had gotten serious— too serious. and forgot any and all appropriateness. he is not that kind of dragon. ]
I didn’t know how else to reach you this time. [ in fact, he knew, though let us assume that our messengers were rather busy from uptight watchers. ] —How’re your scales?
[ sure, he had things to say, but, this comes first, the orbish object being held in his hand as he approaches her looking more and more like a container of sorts. ]
I among others was witness to your posting regarding our current allegiances and our sentiments towards the Coven. Though I am but newly arrived, I have thoughts I wish to share given all that I heard. However, I find myself disinclined to use these tools to convey my thoughts beyond what is necessary, and so I would request a meeting with you in person. The place and time to be to your convenience - declare them, and you shall find me there.
[ Hm. Interesting. It takes a bit for her to respond. Being an old-timey fantasy chick and all that. ]
Ser,
I apologize the situation you find yourself in. Coming through the mirrors is a hectic blur on itself, I can not imagine adding that among the turmoil in morality currently plaguing this world.
If you would like to meet, I suggest the Royal Flush. It is an establishment for gambling, I've come to understand. You'll find it in the Entertainment district.
[ Plenty of people and energy to keep themselves away from suspicion. ]
[ it would only be a matter of time for lagertha to seek the young queen again after brief encounters and hellos— for a fair many things. to check on her, check on jorah, and perhaps spend time the way women enjoy. speak of topics that may broaden her horizons, because until this day, all the shield maiden of kattegat could feel in her gut was loathing for the magic growing inside her. it is why they’re here now, at heated springs in town, closed away from public eyes and leaving a space just for the two of them.
well— three. there is an owl that she brings along, who seems rather content in closing its eyes and resting by the windowsill. she seems to watch the bird with a faraway gaze, peeling away at the light armor and weaponry she chooses to wear on a daily bases and treading down to her boots from there. ]
I would’ve done better as a beast. [ she admits, her brows crunching together and a hot sigh, from the steam, pushing past her nose. now come the fabrics. ]
[ The heated springs were a concept she had not partaken in. Many in Essos partook in quite the opposite — cool oasis of fresh water in the middle of heat and dryness.
However, when a particular someone insists on such an outing, who was she to resist? She was captivated by the woman — admiring her and wanting nothing more than to learn more about the shield maiden worthy of titles and prestige as her.
They were to the springs before she knows it, the chill was not something she had grown comfortable with in this season, instead craving the heat she once felt indifferent to.
There's hesitance as Lagertha shows no shame, Dany's chest tightening at her words. ]
What makes you say that? [ Less accusatory, more honest: ] Many view the monsters here differently. Many monsters... fear what they become.
[ As Daenerys undoes the chains against the front half of her jacket — she was included into that statement. The girl was between accepting her dragon-side, rebuking it, and still bitter at the magic witches wielded. A complex set of emotions for a complex little Queen. ]
[Left upon her doorstep, one rainy morning. It took Everett some time to test getting one to grow with steady life and begin to fruit. This is attempt number... well, Dany didn't need to know how much time he spent on such a thing. What matters is the result.
The healthy sapling of a lemon tree, in a painted red pot. There's a note beneath it, in neat and orderly handwriting.]
"A gift of the past, to be cared for in the present, to bear fruit in the future.
[Ozymandias' gift to Daenerys sits inside a narrow box, wrapped carefully in blue and gold paper and ribbons. It is a dagger. Though Daenerys will find it to be quite sharp if she removes it from its sheath, there is a degree to which the dagger is more symbolic and perhaps better suited for ritual than necessarily anything else. On opposite ends of the guard are the heads of dragons as the Uraeus curls itself around the hilt. Atop its head rests the pommel. One side of the pommel bears the remaining dragon while the other side holds a vulture.]
[Inside the gift packaging is a set of flower pins and another more ornate one. There's also a package with some small bite-size almond-flavored cakes with a light frosting on top and a tin of raspberry loose-leaf tea. The tea was purchased, but the cakes are homemade.]
Thank you for always being a dear friend. And please remember that my door is always open.
I wasn't sure what style you would like, but when I saw them-- they made me think of you. I hope you enjoy them.
[Sharpshot delivers two small paper-wrapped packages late in the afternoon, and seems quite proud of himself for doing so. He'll only stick around for a few scritches before he's off again, leaving the gifts.
Both are wrapped simply in brown paper, but one is marked 'your order' and one is marked 'a gift'. The first is her completed arakh, the wicked-sharp blade enchanted to withdraw smoothly into the guard and grip, and extend just as easily, much too easily to be simply mechanical. It's activated by a small, thumb-shaped indent - a little bit of purposeful pressure there will extend or withdraw the blade. The grip is wrapped with soft, dragonscale painted leather for comfort, and the pommel is the abstract shape of a dragon's head, with a small opal inset for the eye - which contains the magic to power the concealing enchantment.
The other package, the gift, contains a slim leather belt with a loop to hold the arakh hilt, with a metal buckle fashioned after a Norse serpent curled in a figure-8.]
[Looks like someone has given her a gift! And it's...looks like it's a brass bracelet with a token? But there's a rune on it, etched into the metal and filled with blood.
Should she dare to put it on, it will warm to the touch for hours on end. There's a note attached, but it simply describes what it will do, not the giver. ]
[a package wrapped in paper appears at the door of Dany's residence. inside, a box, and tucked within it, a hair comb that's wrapped carefully in tissue paper, in beautiful condition.
there is no note, nor sign of who dropped this off.]
[ those who have become a little more dear to eren are the first ones he checks up on immediately after his bond had so mysteriously evaporated from his sights and feeling. all possible paths of fading scents and tastes where reachable one minute, and nonexistent the next. it had been no different when an exasperated and furious pooh could not find his queen. neither could eren, after the same scented tastes around her apartment and into the city only drove him to dead ends.
pain would twist in his gut, but not necessarily from lex’s torment— it would yank at his chest and pull at his heart, dig as deep as his talons would into thick flesh and disregard. this feeling was one he couldn’t bare, and that had been the possibility of loss. even with her gifted poncho, worn enough to keep the aroma of her nape, where eren can practically see her golden locks fall and pink lips spread in a smile that made his belly as warm as his flame— he couldn’t find her. every empasse dug a deeper pit, he feels, like realizing just how much his adoration had grown, how dangerous it had become, and how he could absolutely care less for that one fact.
it was what it was. danaerys has made her way into a passionate heart that can become an icy storm at any moment’s notice. of course, there were so many things involved, where eren was unable to neglect certain regulations, and carefully sidesteps them to keep his own underlying goals and interests intact. there was a way to make it all align, there was— he just had to remain calm, as the years of his experience and lives of his brethren have taught them. it makes his blood boil underneath a mask of apathy, even when he could accurately pinpoint the reason why this was being done— he doesn’t condemn them, when he’s done it himself.
he does, though, feel an intricate web of emotion that, as a human and dragon, was a challenge to shed. this was how it was. how it would end— he has to calm himself not to be apart of the chaos that could lead to their downfall. he was no longer a boy who vented what he felt simply because he felt it. but, oh, he felt it. he felt the dragon queen’s disappearance like a knife held to a kindle and pressed against skin to split it all open. he was worried about her, he missed her, and he adored her. no good would come of it.
a trek through the black market (after encountering parts of asura) reveals something suspect and a shimmer of familiar color that makes eren’s neck nearly snap at the stall’s direction. the taste of blood lingers on the lid half-ajar to display a beautiful handful of silver scales with a royal blue sheen, all being sold for more than 40 thousand cunes each. true dragonscale, the vendor says, and before he could comment on how vibrant eren’s were, and how he would pay a tremendous amount for them—
the dragon’s forehead is against his, his eyes wide with blistering animosity that doesn’t match with a voice so deep, so low, and so absolutely chilling when he murmurs back to him: where did you get these?
her taste, her blood, her scent and her life were in these scales. he’d find her. he’d find her and wishes for punishment far worse than death. ]
[where Daenerys ends up - either in the infirmary run by the Coven or back to her own home - there will be a delivery one morning. two stoppered dark glass bottles come to her, containing something that smells decidedly medicinal, but with a hint of sweetness. there is a note, tied around one.]
This is to help you rebuild your strength. Have no fear, I brewed this myself - there is no magic at work here, only chemistry. It might not taste like the finest of wines, but believe me when I say it does more for the spirit.
[Although not nearly early enough to arrive before the beginnings of work on the farm, it is still early in the morning that a courier arrives to deliver to Daenerys a small package with an accompanying letter. Should she offer a tip, the courier declines and explains they have already been well-paid. It's likely a hint as to who the sender is, although there is likely no mystery upon reading the letter itself. Even if he had not signed the accompanying note, Daenerys quite likely could recognize his handwriting by now.]
Daenerys,
It has been a year since your arrival in this city. More importantly, it has been a year since we first met. Such a fortunate meeting merits celebration, but I am afraid that preparations for the community garden occupy much of my time these days. For now, I ask that you accept this gift as a token of my gratitude and fondness for you, and extend to me your patience until I am able to devote the time to you that you so deserve. You have my word that I shall then bestow upon you then my praise and appreciation for your companionship as well as my admiration for the strength and growing wisdom with which you aid the Mirrorbound and those treated unfairly by the circumstances of this world.
Your Bonded, Ozymandias
[Opening the package, she will find aring carefully wrapped within the box.]
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[ That moment when all you have is the doki doki for your Bonded. To shower him in praise and gifts would feel insincere and feel hollow. They do nothing compared to the smile that lingers on her face and the burning red embers under her chest for hours, every time her thumb runs against the ring on her finger. As if, even when the city wall separates them, he is with her. ]
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I could not find you amidst these buildings no matter where I chose to seek you, and it is because of such that I have left you this— my thoughts in this device to you. I know it is not the best of ways to reach out after what has happened, but I do not wish for time to stretch us further into boorishness. I do not wish for misfortune to pull me apart from the few of those I admire.
My behavior must be condemned, whether by the light of the sister moons or not, and I will understand if you would like to do the same. An excuse is nonexistent and I am nearly without words, but silence is what certainly pains me most when I choose to think of you.
I will be knitting a piece in front of the apartments this afternoon. If I may have the utmost pleasure to see you for a moment, just a moment, I promise it will be different.
Best regards, and may song carry you to great heights.
— Four
here we go
A few hours later, she responds. In letter form! ]
Four,
I sadly do not like to publicize where my dwelling is. I do not feel comfortable with private guests nor do I wish to host audience in a place unfitting. It has been a difficult adjustment with difficult situations arising.
While you have reached out to me to show sincerity, I am unsure. Whatever happened that night... I have never seen such a thing, never experienced a display such as that. Do not offer answers if you do not have them, I care not about fluff and frill. Something rooted deeply inside of you, something I can not see, no matter how much you may rip yourself apart to show others.
I will meet with you, but please understand I am uncomfortable with being forced into a situation seeing you tear yourself apart in front of me. My words meant nothing to you that night, please allow them to mean something today.
Best,
Daenerys Stormborn
[ and then they meet up ]
a follow up sort of.... ??? pls feel free to be whenever
dusk has yet to bleed through a sky with no sun, and perhaps they only know the time through the means of their magitech or how foggy to solid it becomes. he finds a place to lay in wait, windows closed to leave any hint of his arrival hidden away, masked by the scent of oils and dim lit shadows his midnight scales could disguise behind.
he comes with aid, with gift and word, and when the footsteps and clanking of guards pique at his pointed ears— eren spreads his wing over himself on the floor, blanketed by blackness and helped by the lack of candle light. he put that out when he got here. ]
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Time is an odd thing here, with the moon gone and the stars hidden by blanketed fog... she doesn't realize the time. Rushing from her quarters – her heart leaps in a spiral when she finds herself confronting Eren's appearance in the dim sanction of her cleaning quarters. Fortunately, she was dressed this time in a robe (literally no time for getting dressed) as opposed to just nakkid, so #progress. ]
God's above, you shouldn't do that! I almost screamed out!
[ Alerting a guard would be, interesting. How To Hide Your Dragon.
The hand on her chest lingers there, fingers knotting at the fabric in relief. ]
We'll need to come to an agreement on when it is appropriate to come to me in such ways. [ Her privacy is important, but there's that same teasing in her voice... ] It could leave a bad impression if found out.
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. . . only slightly. she still manages to tease him somehow, and for a moment, some of his scales shift in color, deep and warm red-oranges like skin would flush. he had gotten serious— too serious. and forgot any and all appropriateness. he is not that kind of dragon. ]
I didn’t know how else to reach you this time. [ in fact, he knew, though let us assume that our messengers were rather busy from uptight watchers. ] —How’re your scales?
[ sure, he had things to say, but, this comes first, the orbish object being held in his hand as he approaches her looking more and more like a container of sorts. ]
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I among others was witness to your posting regarding our current allegiances and our sentiments towards the Coven. Though I am but newly arrived, I have thoughts I wish to share given all that I heard. However, I find myself disinclined to use these tools to convey my thoughts beyond what is necessary, and so I would request a meeting with you in person. The place and time to be to your convenience - declare them, and you shall find me there.
I hope this missive finds you well.
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Ser,
I apologize the situation you find yourself in. Coming through the mirrors is a hectic blur on itself, I can not imagine adding that among the turmoil in morality currently plaguing this world.
If you would like to meet, I suggest the Royal Flush. It is an establishment for gambling, I've come to understand. You'll find it in the Entertainment district.
[ Plenty of people and energy to keep themselves away from suspicion. ]
When sun sets. Do you oppose?
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EARLY NOVEMBER HOT SPRINGS EPISODE
well— three. there is an owl that she brings along, who seems rather content in closing its eyes and resting by the windowsill. she seems to watch the bird with a faraway gaze, peeling away at the light armor and weaponry she chooses to wear on a daily bases and treading down to her boots from there. ]
I would’ve done better as a beast. [ she admits, her brows crunching together and a hot sigh, from the steam, pushing past her nose. now come the fabrics. ]
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However, when a particular someone insists on such an outing, who was she to resist? She was captivated by the woman — admiring her and wanting nothing more than to learn more about the shield maiden worthy of titles and prestige as her.
They were to the springs before she knows it, the chill was not something she had grown comfortable with in this season, instead craving the heat she once felt indifferent to.
There's hesitance as Lagertha shows no shame, Dany's chest tightening at her words. ]
What makes you say that? [ Less accusatory, more honest: ] Many view the monsters here differently. Many monsters... fear what they become.
[ As Daenerys undoes the chains against the front half of her jacket — she was included into that statement. The girl was between accepting her dragon-side, rebuking it, and still bitter at the magic witches wielded. A complex set of emotions for a complex little Queen. ]
I'd not wish this upon anyone.
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A Gift
The healthy sapling of a lemon tree, in a painted red pot. There's a note beneath it, in neat and orderly handwriting.]
"A gift of the past,
to be cared for in the present,
to bear fruit in the future.
Thoughtfully yours,
Everett Vaughan"
[Beneath that, instructions for care]
modranicht gift!
holiday gift!
Thank you for always being a dear friend. And please remember that my door is always open.
I wasn't sure what style you would like, but when I saw them-- they made me think of you. I hope you enjoy them.
- Towa Herschel
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Both are wrapped simply in brown paper, but one is marked 'your order' and one is marked 'a gift'. The first is her completed arakh, the wicked-sharp blade enchanted to withdraw smoothly into the guard and grip, and extend just as easily, much too easily to be simply mechanical. It's activated by a small, thumb-shaped indent - a little bit of purposeful pressure there will extend or withdraw the blade. The grip is wrapped with soft, dragonscale painted leather for comfort, and the pommel is the abstract shape of a dragon's head, with a small opal inset for the eye - which contains the magic to power the concealing enchantment.
The other package, the gift, contains a slim leather belt with a loop to hold the arakh hilt, with a metal buckle fashioned after a Norse serpent curled in a figure-8.]
Modranicht gift
“Happy Holidays! We are not friends yet but I hope we can become friends in the coming year.” is what the attached note says]
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Should she dare to put it on, it will warm to the touch for hours on end. There's a note attached, but it simply describes what it will do, not the giver. ]
HEY YOU ;_;
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there is no note, nor sign of who dropped this off.]
snatched: beginning (reaction only!)
pain would twist in his gut, but not necessarily from lex’s torment— it would yank at his chest and pull at his heart, dig as deep as his talons would into thick flesh and disregard. this feeling was one he couldn’t bare, and that had been the possibility of loss. even with her gifted poncho, worn enough to keep the aroma of her nape, where eren can practically see her golden locks fall and pink lips spread in a smile that made his belly as warm as his flame— he couldn’t find her. every empasse dug a deeper pit, he feels, like realizing just how much his adoration had grown, how dangerous it had become, and how he could absolutely care less for that one fact.
it was what it was. danaerys has made her way into a passionate heart that can become an icy storm at any moment’s notice. of course, there were so many things involved, where eren was unable to neglect certain regulations, and carefully sidesteps them to keep his own underlying goals and interests intact. there was a way to make it all align, there was— he just had to remain calm, as the years of his experience and lives of his brethren have taught them. it makes his blood boil underneath a mask of apathy, even when he could accurately pinpoint the reason why this was being done— he doesn’t condemn them, when he’s done it himself.
he does, though, feel an intricate web of emotion that, as a human and dragon, was a challenge to shed. this was how it was. how it would end— he has to calm himself not to be apart of the chaos that could lead to their downfall. he was no longer a boy who vented what he felt simply because he felt it. but, oh, he felt it. he felt the dragon queen’s disappearance like a knife held to a kindle and pressed against skin to split it all open. he was worried about her, he missed her, and he adored her. no good would come of it.
a trek through the black market (after encountering parts of asura) reveals something suspect and a shimmer of familiar color that makes eren’s neck nearly snap at the stall’s direction. the taste of blood lingers on the lid half-ajar to display a beautiful handful of silver scales with a royal blue sheen, all being sold for more than 40 thousand cunes each. true dragonscale, the vendor says, and before he could comment on how vibrant eren’s were, and how he would pay a tremendous amount for them—
the dragon’s forehead is against his, his eyes wide with blistering animosity that doesn’t match with a voice so deep, so low, and so absolutely chilling when he murmurs back to him: where did you get these?
her taste, her blood, her scent and her life were in these scales. he’d find her. he’d find her and wishes for punishment far worse than death. ]
post event.
This is to help you rebuild your strength. Have no fear, I brewed this myself - there is no magic at work here, only chemistry. It might not taste like the finest of wines, but believe me when I say it does more for the spirit.
-Avenger
text; post trial pre execution
um it's ven
I wanted to tell you they held a trial for the people who took us
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[ She didn't want to appear for the trial, part of her ensuring to control her own anger — or she would set the entire courtroom on fire. ]
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MY HEART....
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july 5th
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I always have time for your company.
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8/1
[Opening the package, she will find a ring carefully wrapped within the box.]
oh i'm going to hurt u in our next log. I JUST WANTED TO REPLY TO THIS...