(semi-closed)

[foursakes]

Who: four + closed prompts
When: through august
Where: the daisy chain, the wilde, city wide.
What: some quests and closed prompts! i’d be happy to write one for you as well if you’re interested— feel free to contact me (liberos or owlie#3609) or hit up four’s plotting comment for the month!
Warnings: probably just some sickening inner dialogue, four is four.

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[foursakes]

[ from smile to frown, to a dull straightness in her lips, four is quick to change her mood. that was not was she expected. she expected a fight, not compassion. she tries to look at the woman, at possibly the same height as her, as if she were larger. as if four could look down on her as lesser— but the more she tried, the more she couldn't.

the more she felt like the smaller one and it made her sick. ]

Am I not? [ she looks nowhere close to laughing, now. as if she had never chortled at all. an anger claws in her gut, claws so desperately to pull out of her— the pinches in her shoulder burn, prickle like needles. ] There is no fixing a shattered vase. An ugly, shattered vase—

[ why did she say that? four stops, dead silent before the rage can seep through her teeth, and uttering nearly hushed words. ]

But you are not shattered.

[freeing]

[ Daenerys would have fought if she had the will. She's tired – it had become obvious over the past few nights that she tosses and turns, only briefly finding reprieve from the fear of changing herself. It was ignoring the problem, ignoring a tide that continues to sweep her away – but she has no dragons here, no army behind her.

Her eyes can still make out Four's – how she washes herself in confusion and can't settle on an emotion herself. It makes Dany's teeth grit. ]

We are people. People are not shattered until their bones dust to time. [ No – she pushes off her knees, standing taller with her resolve. ] It does not mean I am free of flaws. Do not ever presume that about me.

[foursakes]

[ she does not sing again— but four chortles, twirling into a small spin with the tips of her toes, boots chafing at the roof they wander about, lifting, hovering away . . . it reminded her of her dance with viren. it was so close to perfect. so, so perfect. quiet in silence once more, with only the wind to whisper to them, four twists with her hair snapping along with her, her small lips pulling into a frown that wants to shed tears. ] Everyone has flaws— of course. [ oh, she knows. four walks over to the ledge, the very edge of it, before finding her seat. a dangerous place to be, but it doesn’t matter. ] It’s only a matter of which are best endured to see the good in others. Come here, it needn’t be close. [ a small beckon, but dany will find that it is not laced with her song— not yet. ] Which prevails for you?

[freeing]

[ Daenerys keeps her stance – keeps her distance from the woman. As she may watch the fluttering movements intently, there's a wall being built between them. Where she once had been more open, she closes off now. ]

I am fine where I am. [ She does not come off cold, instead tired and unamused. ] You stand here above everyone, singing a song and wishing for answers you do not wish to hear.

[ More firmly, sympathetic with how her brows knit downward: ]

Your mind is already made up – what does it matter what I say? The truth is not what you wish to hear, is it, my lady?

[foursakes]

Is it wrong to ask which you take into account? That maybe I am not as alone as I think? Perhaps— that you would not mind . . .

[ four was wrong, in fact, she’s simply twisting her words, desperately to gain an upper hand in reasoning that she would always lose in. to seem like the victim in her cries that grasp so highly for gain. her head falls, droops across her shoulders in a roll, and her legs swing against the air, empty beneath them— only for momentum to jump to her feet.

black feathers creep from under her collar, poke out of her neck the more she feeds the monster that grows in her. these, she clasps, and she yanks. yanks them right off. she rejects it as much as she’s always rejected herself.

maybe that would be a good reason for her behavior, later. she can blame it all on this. ]

You have given me all the truth I need tonight, lady. You are there for those when it is convenient, sound for your sweet face— [ but that was what four was, not dany. ] Have you ever imagined it clawed? Torn? Unrecognizable? You haven’t, have you? Have you ever wanted to do it yourself?

[freeing]

We wear our vulnerabilities dear to us, buried beneath thick skin and muscle that keeps us moving through day by day. It is mine to share, when I am ready.

[ Her voice is sharp like a blade, defensive over the badges of uncertainty and fear that boils inside of her like a hot furnace. Daenerys does not mean nor want to guilt the girl but take away her choices and she feels cornered. More angered. However when she begins to reject herself, tugging at plume – Daenerys takes a few steps forward with an outreached hand. ]

Stop it! You're hurting yourself! [ There is still concern there, but she speaks in a cruel, cold way. It makes her skin crawl, mind racing to try and piece the logic of why she would torment herself both physically and mentally. ] Is that what you wish for? To pull away a semblance of yourself? Do not aim your angers towards me, your doubts and fears are not weapons to wield.

[foursakes]

Vulnerabilities were never meant to share.

[ she says this as if she hadn’t done it, but the way four slinks back into herself after a second, two— she’s already realized. she had told zero once. i would never reveal my weaknesses. perhaps it had been true, but the moon . . . the moon is persuasive. she has never hated herself more that she did now. ]

No one will love me this way, [ she chokes that out, and she hates that she’s saying it, too. but there’s still somewhere inside that wants something. ] no one ever did, Lady Daenerys. It won’t be you who will suddenly be different.

[ the feathers that were in her hands, like those of a fledgling, only a chick— she opens her fingers to the wind. ]

I cannot suddenly be different, either.

[ although, she wants to be. the rollercoaster of her emotions were bothersome. she was angry one moment, wanting to wail the next. ]

[freeing]

[ It was painful to watch. Not only for her own anger of being brought here by something she can't explain, but because the girl rips into herself as if she's digging for something. ]

I do not have love to give, no. My love died long ago. [ With her son, with her Khal, and now with the loss of her dragons. It was not something she gives in to. Something she needs to explain but her careful steps forward show that she does offer something – the attention Four may be seeking? Who knows. ] But you have yourself. When the world crushes you, you have to have faith in yourself. You are slipping into madness! Please, do not allow it to snuff your flame out.

[ The sight of the feathers catching the wind makes her stomach churn, it makes her feel helpless. ]