( itsy bitsy teenie weenie ) [Her eyes take in the revelry as she awkwardly stands at the front of the party, not yet entering into it. Her face is flat, visions of Qarth in front of her, and the bounty they had, but what they sought to take from her. It is too late though, isn't it. There are no screeches up above her. There is no sounds of dragons. She cannot feel her children, Drogon in particular, like he has not imbedded himself into her bones. Her anger boils at the skin as she tries to remain calm.
What is she to do here? Seemingly she is alone. There is no Missandei, Ser Baristan, nor Tyrion himself. Not that she has been able to find on the grounds of the estate she cannot leave (and she has tried-- storming the gate with the fury of a small, white haired woman yelling all of her titles). Daenerys could have skipped this, could have tried to come up with some reason for staying in her room, but she figures she does need allies in such an unknown land. So instead of heading toward the pool, her eyes are drawn toward the garden instead, the way the rocks illuminate their path onward. She does not realize that the maze is meant to draw one in.
But she searches out a companion nonetheless, hopefully one with a similar blue bracelet, though pink or green would not be minded.]
Can you tell me of this place? [What else may be known that isn't so readily told upon first arrival. She finds herself slipping in a little closer, unaware what might be in garden itself.]
( handfasting ceremony ) [She knows the old ceremonies, not just of the Seven, but the stories her brother the Beggar King would tell her of her family. This is no Targaryen ceremony, and before she gets a chance to pull her own arm away, it is banded with another, and she looks near put out. This is not what she wishes for, to tie herself to another?]
Unhand me. [She tries to pull away, only yanking on their arm. Sure, she may have taken a lover in the past to clear her head, but men have made their wants known, to look upon a woman, a Queen, and try and see her as beneath her. Sex is for desire, but marriage? What need would she have when her dragons are her only children now?
The thought here is ludicrous, but pulling away is to no avail. She won't yank on the other person, though she looks more annoyed than not.]
Would they chain us here then? [Daenerys is meant to be the breaker of chains. She will not ask what it is they would have them do. Perhaps on some level she knows, but now they are tied at this feast, and she is stuck.]
( autumnal massacre ) cw: hallucinations, gore, very vague mention of miscarriage
[The sight is one she is not entirely unused to. A bloodbath happens when her enemies have crossed her before. But she has had men, dragons, armies. What she isn't expecting is to blink, to see the bodies of the severed vegetation-- only they are no longer plants, but the chest of a body carved out, the innards spilling.
She doesn't know what a vampire is, but she has idea enough of the undying. Is that the same, she does not know, but the mother of dragons doesn't flinch, just curls her nose. She's lost in the visions, like dreams she once had of dragons and armies. She watches them feast, but she does not feel as if there are victims, something in her not actually enraged at what she sees. Curious at the undead perhaps, but not enraged.
The Stormborn stands then, perhaps far more reckless than she should be, but she wants to feel the blood in her hands as the horse heart she once ate to prove who she was, a khaleesi with the blood of a khal in her as her child's heart beat. But as she nears it, she feels a very real touch to her shoulder, something that is more solid than the beat that seems to fade within her again.
You should run.
Whether those are her thoughts or words from another, she is unsure, but she's pulled from the thought, looking back to find the vampires feasting on flesh once more.]
daenerys targaryen | game of thrones | new character
[Her eyes take in the revelry as she awkwardly stands at the front of the party, not yet entering into it. Her face is flat, visions of Qarth in front of her, and the bounty they had, but what they sought to take from her. It is too late though, isn't it. There are no screeches up above her. There is no sounds of dragons. She cannot feel her children, Drogon in particular, like he has not imbedded himself into her bones. Her anger boils at the skin as she tries to remain calm.
What is she to do here? Seemingly she is alone. There is no Missandei, Ser Baristan, nor Tyrion himself. Not that she has been able to find on the grounds of the estate she cannot leave (and she has tried-- storming the gate with the fury of a small, white haired woman yelling all of her titles). Daenerys could have skipped this, could have tried to come up with some reason for staying in her room, but she figures she does need allies in such an unknown land. So instead of heading toward the pool, her eyes are drawn toward the garden instead, the way the rocks illuminate their path onward. She does not realize that the maze is meant to draw one in.
But she searches out a companion nonetheless, hopefully one with a similar blue bracelet, though pink or green would not be minded.]
Can you tell me of this place? [What else may be known that isn't so readily told upon first arrival. She finds herself slipping in a little closer, unaware what might be in garden itself.]
( handfasting ceremony )
[She knows the old ceremonies, not just of the Seven, but the stories her brother the Beggar King would tell her of her family. This is no Targaryen ceremony, and before she gets a chance to pull her own arm away, it is banded with another, and she looks near put out. This is not what she wishes for, to tie herself to another?]
Unhand me. [She tries to pull away, only yanking on their arm. Sure, she may have taken a lover in the past to clear her head, but men have made their wants known, to look upon a woman, a Queen, and try and see her as beneath her. Sex is for desire, but marriage? What need would she have when her dragons are her only children now?
The thought here is ludicrous, but pulling away is to no avail. She won't yank on the other person, though she looks more annoyed than not.]
Would they chain us here then? [Daenerys is meant to be the breaker of chains. She will not ask what it is they would have them do. Perhaps on some level she knows, but now they are tied at this feast, and she is stuck.]
( autumnal massacre )
cw: hallucinations, gore, very vague mention of miscarriage
[The sight is one she is not entirely unused to. A bloodbath happens when her enemies have crossed her before. But she has had men, dragons, armies. What she isn't expecting is to blink, to see the bodies of the severed vegetation-- only they are no longer plants, but the chest of a body carved out, the innards spilling.
She doesn't know what a vampire is, but she has idea enough of the undying. Is that the same, she does not know, but the mother of dragons doesn't flinch, just curls her nose. She's lost in the visions, like dreams she once had of dragons and armies. She watches them feast, but she does not feel as if there are victims, something in her not actually enraged at what she sees. Curious at the undead perhaps, but not enraged.
The Stormborn stands then, perhaps far more reckless than she should be, but she wants to feel the blood in her hands as the horse heart she once ate to prove who she was, a khaleesi with the blood of a khal in her as her child's heart beat. But as she nears it, she feels a very real touch to her shoulder, something that is more solid than the beat that seems to fade within her again.
You should run.
Whether those are her thoughts or words from another, she is unsure, but she's pulled from the thought, looking back to find the vampires feasting on flesh once more.]