[ eren’s brows lift briefly and his head dips as he finishes the remainder of his drink, glass hanging from his fingers and keeping the heat of alcohol in his mouth for a hot second. it’s as if to consider . . . those may all be possible here. ]
It’s the leads that are limited, not the explorations. [ everything they’ve ever come across when it comes to them have been dead ends upon dead ends. ] I can’t shake the feeling that we’re being spoken to.
[ maybe because it’s happened to him before, but who knew. only if you get to the end, perhaps. ]
[ After everything, she still has trouble believing how far magic can go. It's been used to hurt her, but her own 'magic' – the one that allowed her to live through fire. The Targaryen magic burning through her veins like the dull ember in her chest... she is short-sighted. One part ignorance, one part bitterness. ]
You suggest some higher calling? [ His words feel as if there's a layer he holds back, something she doesn't quite understand. She approaches him more direct, her walls coming down a bit. ] Do you feel as if you're the same man who arrived here? Not with the changes grafted upon you, but here –
[ Her hand reaches to her own chest, where a very faint glow hums – the embers deeply rooted in her growing flame-sac always a dull fire. ]
Maybe something just out of our reach— it doesn’t mean we can’t get on the same level. [ he thinks, to then add: ] I don’t believe in higher powers the way most people do.
[ one would be surprised with what “gods” actually are. eren has come to the conclusion that their existences are always a figment of one’s imagination and a twisted vision of true stories long forgotten.
eren watches her come nevertheless, and regards the gesture with watchful eyes. if his own were to burn a flame, his throat would spark a brilliant orange and heat the scales of his collarbone to a kindle. he knows what she means, of course. that was one thing too many people, even his home, are quick to question. ]
. . . But I am. [ from years back home to months here. with the tips of his claws, he brushes against his own chest to mirror her. ] This hasn’t changed for as long as I can remember.
How do you believe in them? Many fear them, many worship them. I'm not sure where I stand.
[ She admits, as if she has elevated a bit beyond simply believing in a force that controls them all.
Daenerys feels some sort of kinship with him – a respect that eases her to be far more comfortable than she would wish to. However, a queen who trusts no one is as foolish as a queen who trusts everyone. Eren has earned this much. ]
Then... [ The hesitance is there, as if she's coming to terms with something. ] Perhaps the changes on the outside remain minimal in the grand scheme of everything.
[ again, with the good man business. it doesn’t hit eren heavily this time, as it did a bit on the first. perhaps it had been the fine wine, dulling his sensitivity and absorbing it in the warmth in his belly. yes, warmth there, spreading to his chest and warning him to be careful. the dragon inclines his head, sets his glass away for good, and behind him, damn it, his tail. it does a subtle bouncy thing, enough that he nearly steps on it to keep from moving around more than necessary. ]
You’re sure of yourself. [ it’s not a question, just a fond acknowledgement. he’ll take it to heart this time, and be grateful for it. ] I feel the same way, about you.
[ as for gods— ]
We stand with them. It only takes someone’s word to become a god, [ he gestures with his hand, held high and close to his face, ] or a devil.
[ another gesture, this time past his waist. he hasn’t met the one who calls him yet— but he has a feeling. through everything he’s learned and the predecessors before him, to even what had happened at home, with him. it was so easy for stories to twist out of proportion. because people see things very out of proportion. ]
I'm sure because I've seen bad men masked as good ones. I've learned to weed them out in a short amount of time, much like most of the challenges that rose against me.
[ She's confident that there's an allegiance that warms the tightening flame sacs in her chest, makes her cheeks warm with a flushed red that she quickly hides as she turns. ]
You offer good council and company, I appreciate both.
[ SIP, SIP. Her eyes finally look back to him when his words pull more otherworldly — gods, devils, and the like were something she did not practice or pretend to understand. ]
Then we must hope the devils we find here are not in power. I wish to return home, to my people and the path I march along. To my children. I will not be able to with them in my way.
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It’s the leads that are limited, not the explorations. [ everything they’ve ever come across when it comes to them have been dead ends upon dead ends. ] I can’t shake the feeling that we’re being spoken to.
[ maybe because it’s happened to him before, but who knew. only if you get to the end, perhaps. ]
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You suggest some higher calling? [ His words feel as if there's a layer he holds back, something she doesn't quite understand. She approaches him more direct, her walls coming down a bit. ] Do you feel as if you're the same man who arrived here? Not with the changes grafted upon you, but here –
[ Her hand reaches to her own chest, where a very faint glow hums – the embers deeply rooted in her growing flame-sac always a dull fire. ]
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[ one would be surprised with what “gods” actually are. eren has come to the conclusion that their existences are always a figment of one’s imagination and a twisted vision of true stories long forgotten.
eren watches her come nevertheless, and regards the gesture with watchful eyes. if his own were to burn a flame, his throat would spark a brilliant orange and heat the scales of his collarbone to a kindle. he knows what she means, of course. that was one thing too many people, even his home, are quick to question. ]
. . . But I am. [ from years back home to months here. with the tips of his claws, he brushes against his own chest to mirror her. ] This hasn’t changed for as long as I can remember.
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[ She admits, as if she has elevated a bit beyond simply believing in a force that controls them all.
Daenerys feels some sort of kinship with him – a respect that eases her to be far more comfortable than she would wish to. However, a queen who trusts no one is as foolish as a queen who trusts everyone. Eren has earned this much. ]
Then... [ The hesitance is there, as if she's coming to terms with something. ] Perhaps the changes on the outside remain minimal in the grand scheme of everything.
[ And confidently: ]
You are a good man, ser.
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You’re sure of yourself. [ it’s not a question, just a fond acknowledgement. he’ll take it to heart this time, and be grateful for it. ] I feel the same way, about you.
[ as for gods— ]
We stand with them. It only takes someone’s word to become a god, [ he gestures with his hand, held high and close to his face, ] or a devil.
[ another gesture, this time past his waist. he hasn’t met the one who calls him yet— but he has a feeling. through everything he’s learned and the predecessors before him, to even what had happened at home, with him. it was so easy for stories to twist out of proportion. because people see things very out of proportion. ]
I just see people in the end.
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[ She's confident that there's an allegiance that warms the tightening flame sacs in her chest, makes her cheeks warm with a flushed red that she quickly hides as she turns. ]
You offer good council and company, I appreciate both.
[ SIP, SIP. Her eyes finally look back to him when his words pull more otherworldly — gods, devils, and the like were something she did not practice or pretend to understand. ]
Then we must hope the devils we find here are not in power. I wish to return home, to my people and the path I march along. To my children. I will not be able to with them in my way.