![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
[ She recalls it so vividly – the pathways that lead to the small clearing. The cobblestone path with a giant chunk missing past a metal door. It was the same pavilion. What was once full of monsters in chains being sold to the highest bidder now full of bakers and farmers selling wares. The witch merchants make their monsters do the heavy lifting, make them act as enforcers. It was clear how they divert their eyes away from Daenerys and her seemingly witch-like form (her scales hidden and the stark silver-gold hair striking like magic). They trust their "master" only.
And it makes Dany's stomach churn.
She approaches casually at first – to the baker and his Chimera. Insisting to know how long they had been set up here. "A while", is all she gets, despite her prodding. The baker does not indulge in details, insisting this place is as it has always been – a place of business. ]
You are right it is always business here. With this one's brothers and sisters sold to the highest bidder not too long ago. Tell me – tell me where the others are. The monsters with out collars!
[ Sorry, she's... a little loud. ]
And it makes Dany's stomach churn.
She approaches casually at first – to the baker and his Chimera. Insisting to know how long they had been set up here. "A while", is all she gets, despite her prodding. The baker does not indulge in details, insisting this place is as it has always been – a place of business. ]
You are right it is always business here. With this one's brothers and sisters sold to the highest bidder not too long ago. Tell me – tell me where the others are. The monsters with out collars!
[ Sorry, she's... a little loud. ]
Edited 2019-09-09 00:07 (UTC)
[ Daenerys is always use to the attention she brings, but here? She had anonymity. She had the cover of acting as a Witch and control over her own want to burn their Coven to the ground. It settles her, allows her to think clearly... but as time goes on. Something doesn't feel right. She's observed as much as she can, this... Morgana woman. It fills her with a bit of discomfort, seeing a woman abuse her power so casually like a blinded usurper King.
Her discomfort yields for her to act out – to try and find more out about this woman and her Coven. She goes to the wrong place at the wrong time, being caught and treated like a common criminal. No demands of her namesake invoked, no amount of duress could bring her bonded, Lloyd or Jorah, to find her. Questioned for hours on her intent by Morgana's trusted council, Daenerys stewed in her anger, resulting in a little... ahem, firebreathing display. Her truth revealed, a monster – dragon – was not met with punishment.
"It's for the best, dear. For your protection." The guard's words try to calm her although she knows his intention. A witch, armoured nicely in fireproof robes and garneshed in silver plate stands five feet from her at all times. Following her around like a puppy. It was troublesome at first but now it leads to a great discomfort. One that gnaws at her as much as the hidden scales beneath her jackets.
She gets word to Yuya, be it in passing among the market streets or a system of other espionage people, to meet her when the sun sets in her room. She speaks of a small balcony window that will remain open late into the evening so – fingers crossed he can get into it?
For now, she locks her bedroom door – hearing the shift of metal move about anxiously outside much to her anger. All she can do is pray he is quick. ]
Her discomfort yields for her to act out – to try and find more out about this woman and her Coven. She goes to the wrong place at the wrong time, being caught and treated like a common criminal. No demands of her namesake invoked, no amount of duress could bring her bonded, Lloyd or Jorah, to find her. Questioned for hours on her intent by Morgana's trusted council, Daenerys stewed in her anger, resulting in a little... ahem, firebreathing display. Her truth revealed, a monster – dragon – was not met with punishment.
"It's for the best, dear. For your protection." The guard's words try to calm her although she knows his intention. A witch, armoured nicely in fireproof robes and garneshed in silver plate stands five feet from her at all times. Following her around like a puppy. It was troublesome at first but now it leads to a great discomfort. One that gnaws at her as much as the hidden scales beneath her jackets.
She gets word to Yuya, be it in passing among the market streets or a system of other espionage people, to meet her when the sun sets in her room. She speaks of a small balcony window that will remain open late into the evening so – fingers crossed he can get into it?
For now, she locks her bedroom door – hearing the shift of metal move about anxiously outside much to her anger. All she can do is pray he is quick. ]
Edited 2019-09-09 00:28 (UTC)
[ At first, she believed it was just a harsh rub – perhaps she ground it into the uncomfortable bed before arriving. However, the itch of her scales had grown more frequent since they set sail for this other city. Her fingers would find themselves unable to pry away at the silver slickness that sprouts past her skin more and more. It becomes a small penance for her to fight off, to remain undercover as she continues to pose as a Witch on her emissary trip.
It becomes too unbearable one day. When scheduled to roam among the poorer parts of the city near the sewers, she feels blood against her fingers at the nape of her neck. Blood begins to trickle from the scratched scales, staining her hair in the most obvious of fashion. Daenerys was not use to feeling a burn – not from heat and certainly not from a spread desire to peel away at her skin, as if to reveal every inch of silver buried beneath. Dany panics, her feet quick down cobblestone to try and find a well to wash away the blood.
Just wonder what may happen before she finds it... ]
It becomes too unbearable one day. When scheduled to roam among the poorer parts of the city near the sewers, she feels blood against her fingers at the nape of her neck. Blood begins to trickle from the scratched scales, staining her hair in the most obvious of fashion. Daenerys was not use to feeling a burn – not from heat and certainly not from a spread desire to peel away at her skin, as if to reveal every inch of silver buried beneath. Dany panics, her feet quick down cobblestone to try and find a well to wash away the blood.
Just wonder what may happen before she finds it... ]
Edited 2019-09-09 00:34 (UTC)
[ Before Dany went turbo and got put in dumb dragon jail, she did not believe her own eyes on one of the tours of the city. She breaks from the dignitaries group, wandering through tight alleyways leading towards the pavilion she so vividly remembered as a stage for slavery. For monsters to be toted off after they were sold, priced for their worth and skills. There seems to be no remnants of it to her eyes – but she is too startled for her own good. Daenerys has had to deal with sores on her scales growing in and the anger to lash out that seems to make more and more sense as she leads on.
A poor fisherman, one that was proud of moderate sized fish coerces Daenerys to look at his wares – all while a Naga with a wounded arm brings in barrels of fresh fish. She shoots him a glance. ]
I care not of the stink of your wares or the pockets you wish to line. Tell me where the auctioneer has gone – where he sells his best wares. Tell me and I will not inform Morgana Drummond of your cruelness!
[ She's loud, enough to garner a tired and belly-full laugh from the fisherman. He cares not and highly encourages it, which allows Daenerys to feel a bit of heat in her throat (fortunately, not connecting the dots with an impending change to herself) – ]
Ser, it would be unwise to laugh in my face. Do it again and I'll ensure –!
[ Stop? Her? ]
A poor fisherman, one that was proud of moderate sized fish coerces Daenerys to look at his wares – all while a Naga with a wounded arm brings in barrels of fresh fish. She shoots him a glance. ]
I care not of the stink of your wares or the pockets you wish to line. Tell me where the auctioneer has gone – where he sells his best wares. Tell me and I will not inform Morgana Drummond of your cruelness!
[ She's loud, enough to garner a tired and belly-full laugh from the fisherman. He cares not and highly encourages it, which allows Daenerys to feel a bit of heat in her throat (fortunately, not connecting the dots with an impending change to herself) – ]
Ser, it would be unwise to laugh in my face. Do it again and I'll ensure –!
[ Stop? Her? ]
Edited 2019-09-09 00:52 (UTC)
[ Getting word out and staying in the loop had proved difficulty. Daenerys had not only been exposed as a monster, one that they distrust and fear, but she has a guard to contend with that always stays within short distances from her. She's tried her best to evade, but finds herself only offering a small written scroll to one of Eren and Dany's mutual acquaintances (we hand-waving it, okay). It listed a time and location, in Dany's small private quarters. The window to the bathroom was open wide, the steam filling the room to billow out like smoke. Scalding hot water soothes her, even if it makes her teeth clench and body recoil at times. Once she settles into the water, she doesn't leave. She adjusts, adapts to the heat as best as she could. It is the only thing that stops the itching and gnawing of her growing scales.
All she can do is hope Eren finds his way to her — she trusts him to an extent, he did not mince words or hide things. That kind of thing is truthfully needed now. ]
All she can do is hope Eren finds his way to her — she trusts him to an extent, he did not mince words or hide things. That kind of thing is truthfully needed now. ]
Edited 2019-09-09 15:59 (UTC)
[ The boat rocks uneasy, moving in a different way than the churning in her stomach. She had felt odd since they left, felt as if she was losing more of herself scale by scale. Bonded and secured, she fears they will not feel what she does – mainly due to being unable to find an answer for why now of all times.
Each hour that passes allows her to withdraw a bit more. There were people that recognized her for speaking up in the dignitary meeting, for being honest and gentle-hearted. She cares not to talk about that, she simply wants to see what awaits for them once their ship docks. Finally able to take her leave, she absconds away to the stern-side of the ship.
Dany watches the ripples of white leave the surface of the ship as it sales, lost in her own memories of crossing the Narrow Sea. Of course, she did not deal with itchy scales tucked away under cotton and silk, but she dealt with the same uncertainty.
It was almost funny to her how she ends up here, lost in thought and feeling like a little girl playing war games. ]
Each hour that passes allows her to withdraw a bit more. There were people that recognized her for speaking up in the dignitary meeting, for being honest and gentle-hearted. She cares not to talk about that, she simply wants to see what awaits for them once their ship docks. Finally able to take her leave, she absconds away to the stern-side of the ship.
Dany watches the ripples of white leave the surface of the ship as it sales, lost in her own memories of crossing the Narrow Sea. Of course, she did not deal with itchy scales tucked away under cotton and silk, but she dealt with the same uncertainty.
It was almost funny to her how she ends up here, lost in thought and feeling like a little girl playing war games. ]
Edited 2019-09-09 01:01 (UTC)
[There's so many people to keep track of, but after their meetings in the dream and the bar Daenerys is high on the list. So when he gets the word for him to meet up with her, Yuya makes sure he can get around the side of the building without being noticed and looks up at the open window.
Luckily there's plenty of grooves and vines for him to scale up, and when he reaches the balcony he curls his fingers firmly around the bars and deftly pulls himself up.] Daenerys?
Luckily there's plenty of grooves and vines for him to scale up, and when he reaches the balcony he curls his fingers firmly around the bars and deftly pulls himself up.] Daenerys?
[Once the dream had subsided, so had the majority of her changes. The remnants that linger are the sharper canines and longer than normal nails, both are easily hidden or played off as personal preference. It's difficult to spot, but Sheva's noticed that her face still maintains an edge of that exotic feline shape. So far, none of these traits have been a problem in this city, and with her experiences in the last dream, she's found it much easier to navigate the actual Dorchacht.
While it seems as though they've cleaned up their act on the surface, Sheva absolutely doesn't trust that there's been any actual change. It doesn't take long to integrate herself back into the underground resistance and prove her own suspicions correct.
The slums are strangely comfortable to the young woman, especially since she's dressed the part over something less shabby. It's all about layers and perspective, about blending into the environment. Unlike Sheva, Daenerys does quite the opposite with her silver-white hair and well-fashioned clothing, not to mention the rushing movements to somewhere else.
She catches sight of the blood as she smells it from her position downwind from the other woman. She's leaning against a wall just ahead of the dragon, and instead of yelling or waving, Sheva pulls back her hood and pushes herself off the wall with her foot.]
Excuse me... You're hurt.
While it seems as though they've cleaned up their act on the surface, Sheva absolutely doesn't trust that there's been any actual change. It doesn't take long to integrate herself back into the underground resistance and prove her own suspicions correct.
The slums are strangely comfortable to the young woman, especially since she's dressed the part over something less shabby. It's all about layers and perspective, about blending into the environment. Unlike Sheva, Daenerys does quite the opposite with her silver-white hair and well-fashioned clothing, not to mention the rushing movements to somewhere else.
She catches sight of the blood as she smells it from her position downwind from the other woman. She's leaning against a wall just ahead of the dragon, and instead of yelling or waving, Sheva pulls back her hood and pushes herself off the wall with her foot.]
Excuse me... You're hurt.
[ It was risky, but all risk yields a reward, you know. Yuya is able to scurry up and get over — Daenerys already a glass of wine down to calm her nerves by the time she hears something on the balcony. Her footsteps light, fingers tugging the ends of her gown up as she rushes across the room. ]
Shhh! [ The voice was familiar, a relief. She approaches with an extended hand, hoping to help him up and over. ] Guard at my door, come in and we'll —
[ Figure it out. She tugs to try and help him through the opening. ]
Shhh! [ The voice was familiar, a relief. She approaches with an extended hand, hoping to help him up and over. ] Guard at my door, come in and we'll —
[ Figure it out. She tugs to try and help him through the opening. ]
[Oh--he mimes zipping his lips shut before taking her hand and shifting over the railing--and then tugged into the room.
He moves to gently shut the window behind them, keeping his voice low this time.] Hey. Something happened?
He moves to gently shut the window behind them, keeping his voice low this time.] Hey. Something happened?
[ if not for the location, then he’d find her well enough by scent. the building was written on a little scroll he had burned away to ash with his breath, and it took to walking closer to the shadows to go unnoticed. a long, black cloak to meld justly with his scales and a hood big enough to drape over the points of his horns curved back, hopefully enough to become nearly one with the wall in the black city’s smoggy night.
he climbs the coven’s building with ease, and makes sure he’s quick about it— even reticent as his claws click against the ledge of the bathroom’s open window. it shouldn’t be too startling, he hopes— she knows he’s expecting him, and eren does not want to risk his voice being heard.
so, the window: he crawls in, his paces almost predatory to keep the silence as well as eye contact. it’s warm in here, though humid from steam. at other times, he’d find his throat itching to hiss from the droplets of water plaguing him, no matter how hot they were to soothe him. a soft glow of fluorescent orange shines from the ink that pierced his wings, arms, back and ribs underneath the gentle swish of fabric, enough that he gives them a look down and exhales. small relief. he’s protected from the water no matter how small or large the particles came to be.
his gaze, when it returns, is sympathetic when they spot the shimmer of scales down her neck, much like his jugular. the redness, the itching, it was unbearable enough that he’s resorted to . . . more extreme means to allow them growth.
eren can no longer wear shoes with how much his legs have grown to resemble a reptile’s, but he still pads toward the bath with a hand against the wall. for balance, to keep talons from snapping against tiled floors. with his hold off, and gently reaching for the water’s knob, he turns it enough for the water to cascade in small streams. sound. bubbling. anything to obscure his words when he finally speaks up, low and nearly a cautious hush beside her: ]
. . . They think you’re dangerous. [ if the parliament back in aefenglom has shown him as much, it wouldn’t be any different here. scales could mean anything, dragon, fae, merrow—
though their bird, whoever it was. might’ve mentioned fire. ] What happened?
he climbs the coven’s building with ease, and makes sure he’s quick about it— even reticent as his claws click against the ledge of the bathroom’s open window. it shouldn’t be too startling, he hopes— she knows he’s expecting him, and eren does not want to risk his voice being heard.
so, the window: he crawls in, his paces almost predatory to keep the silence as well as eye contact. it’s warm in here, though humid from steam. at other times, he’d find his throat itching to hiss from the droplets of water plaguing him, no matter how hot they were to soothe him. a soft glow of fluorescent orange shines from the ink that pierced his wings, arms, back and ribs underneath the gentle swish of fabric, enough that he gives them a look down and exhales. small relief. he’s protected from the water no matter how small or large the particles came to be.
his gaze, when it returns, is sympathetic when they spot the shimmer of scales down her neck, much like his jugular. the redness, the itching, it was unbearable enough that he’s resorted to . . . more extreme means to allow them growth.
eren can no longer wear shoes with how much his legs have grown to resemble a reptile’s, but he still pads toward the bath with a hand against the wall. for balance, to keep talons from snapping against tiled floors. with his hold off, and gently reaching for the water’s knob, he turns it enough for the water to cascade in small streams. sound. bubbling. anything to obscure his words when he finally speaks up, low and nearly a cautious hush beside her: ]
. . . They think you’re dangerous. [ if the parliament back in aefenglom has shown him as much, it wouldn’t be any different here. scales could mean anything, dragon, fae, merrow—
though their bird, whoever it was. might’ve mentioned fire. ] What happened?
[ Daenerys had only had misfortune in her transformations in the dream. They were subtle there, only a glimmer of silver at her neck that only felt as if the scales laid on top of her skin. Now? They feel deep, secure and rooted into her flesh. It was merely an itch, she thinks, but it hadn't subsided. Flesh began to rip and tear at the scales and soon, she finds herself with bloody fingers and sores peppered against that silver.
Dany tries not to bring attention to herself. Her fingers hide against her darkened garb, hair obscuring the red at the back of her neck. It was finally when Sheva announces herself does she stop, eyes wide and jaw agape. ]
I – I am fine. I am no such thing.
[ Even under the realization it is Lady Sheva, she stays guarded. Protected. ]
Dany tries not to bring attention to herself. Her fingers hide against her darkened garb, hair obscuring the red at the back of her neck. It was finally when Sheva announces herself does she stop, eyes wide and jaw agape. ]
I – I am fine. I am no such thing.
[ Even under the realization it is Lady Sheva, she stays guarded. Protected. ]
[ It was different when they were in the dream. She felt as a visitor – knowing she would wake up, even if it pained her to deal with the longevity of it all. Here, she is very much awake and feels more regret. As if bringing herself here only sped up the changes to her body.
The sound outside of her window doesn't stir her from her position. She sits bare, unafraid of who would glance upon her. The door had been locked and the only entry was for those she encouraged to find her.
Their eyes meet through the steam, a slight acknowledging nod to him. Even with him here, she remains distant. She fears Jorah and even Lloyd would feel it now – the pain of her scales and the anger she brought forth earlier.
The stream of water returns once more and she looks up, arms resting on the rim of the tub as she buries her cheek to her forearm. ]
They're smart to. [ Daenerys wanted to burn the entire building down – the anger engulfing her more than she'd like. She cared not of their allies, of the other mirrorbound. Being trapped and questioned... it broke her eventually, even if they were "pleasant". They spoke to her like a curious child breaking curfew. ] I was attempting to find more about this Morgana woman. I did so without much discretion, I suppose. They... questioned me for a few hours.
[ Her eyes don't look to him, staring off through their corners to the ripples of water. ]
No animosity, simply wanting to understand me. To know where I came from, why I wanted to involve myself. I do not much like discussing the past.
[ If I look back, I am lost. ]
Something changed inside of me.
The sound outside of her window doesn't stir her from her position. She sits bare, unafraid of who would glance upon her. The door had been locked and the only entry was for those she encouraged to find her.
Their eyes meet through the steam, a slight acknowledging nod to him. Even with him here, she remains distant. She fears Jorah and even Lloyd would feel it now – the pain of her scales and the anger she brought forth earlier.
The stream of water returns once more and she looks up, arms resting on the rim of the tub as she buries her cheek to her forearm. ]
They're smart to. [ Daenerys wanted to burn the entire building down – the anger engulfing her more than she'd like. She cared not of their allies, of the other mirrorbound. Being trapped and questioned... it broke her eventually, even if they were "pleasant". They spoke to her like a curious child breaking curfew. ] I was attempting to find more about this Morgana woman. I did so without much discretion, I suppose. They... questioned me for a few hours.
[ Her eyes don't look to him, staring off through their corners to the ripples of water. ]
No animosity, simply wanting to understand me. To know where I came from, why I wanted to involve myself. I do not much like discussing the past.
[ If I look back, I am lost. ]
Something changed inside of me.
[ Once he's inside, Dany shuts the window promptly and leads him to the furthest space away from the bedroom door. A small little sitting area overlooking the city – fitting, the Coven wanted to show off with their wealth and prosperity, it seems.
She sits down, her hands in her lap shortly after. ]
Yes, I'm afraid so. [ She isn't... proud. It's a long story, actually. ] I was caught... after hours, looking more into this Morgana woman. Stealth is not something I am trained in like a sellsword or mercenary, but – I assumed I would not garner too much attention when others had posed questions and seemed just as curious. The only difference is... I suppose I poked around too much.
[ She's purposefully avoiding the whole fire-breathing thing. ]
They questioned me for quite some time, but I thankfully believe our intentions are still hidden. However, they are keeping an eye on me.
[ And softly: ]
I made them nervous.
She sits down, her hands in her lap shortly after. ]
Yes, I'm afraid so. [ She isn't... proud. It's a long story, actually. ] I was caught... after hours, looking more into this Morgana woman. Stealth is not something I am trained in like a sellsword or mercenary, but – I assumed I would not garner too much attention when others had posed questions and seemed just as curious. The only difference is... I suppose I poked around too much.
[ She's purposefully avoiding the whole fire-breathing thing. ]
They questioned me for quite some time, but I thankfully believe our intentions are still hidden. However, they are keeping an eye on me.
[ And softly: ]
I made them nervous.
[Sheva brings her hands up slightly to motion that she means no harm, a display of caution and perhaps even submission to the outside eye. If Dany is meant to be a witch by all appearances, playing the part of a monster who's used to poor treatment from her sorts is the least she can do, particularly since they're currently exposed.]
M'lady... [She counters low and rough as her eyes search the other woman's, trying to reassure her that while her body language and tone say one thing, she's actually trying to help her.
After a moment, her voice softens.] I can smell the blood.
M'lady... [She counters low and rough as her eyes search the other woman's, trying to reassure her that while her body language and tone say one thing, she's actually trying to help her.
After a moment, her voice softens.] I can smell the blood.
[Yuya sits down in one of the chairs, glancing out the window just briefly before he puts his attention on Daenerys.]
It's kind of like she's hiding something, isn't it? I mean--besides that they enslave everyone that's a monster.
[And given how they see monsters... though he wonders if they're nervous just because she's a monster from the outside, not whipped, or if something happened.]
Did you find anything about her?
It's kind of like she's hiding something, isn't it? I mean--besides that they enslave everyone that's a monster.
[And given how they see monsters... though he wonders if they're nervous just because she's a monster from the outside, not whipped, or if something happened.]
Did you find anything about her?
They’re right to.
[ he knows he’s dangerous. just about anyone is, but with this sort of power— they’re doubled, and he knows it. especially when they don’t know how to use it. especially when what’s planted in them wants to erupt and they had no means, other than an anchoring bond, to smooth them into doing otherwise.
eren is no boy, but a man who knows where his duty and responsibility lies. he looks to her as if fully clothed, no malice in his slit eyes neither is there wandering. he only comes forth to stand between the nearest wall and the tub, crouching until his legs bend (he’s very tall now, crouching has him at her equal sitting height) and touching the water at the other end of the bath with an outstretched arm-wing, hesitantly, with his fingertips.
oh, that’s hot. nothing’s “too hot” to get him to pull away anymore, though, it’s refreshing— he hasn’t touched water in months, and it might show in the way he subtly relishes the heat and the fluidity. all of dany’s words are heard, a dip in his head when she acknowledges her own audacity. it’s getting somewhere. he’s picked up a thing or two about morgana from the populace, but first: ]
It’s going to keep changing. Inside and out. [ until they were complete. ] You’re bonded, aren’t you?
[ he knows he’s dangerous. just about anyone is, but with this sort of power— they’re doubled, and he knows it. especially when they don’t know how to use it. especially when what’s planted in them wants to erupt and they had no means, other than an anchoring bond, to smooth them into doing otherwise.
eren is no boy, but a man who knows where his duty and responsibility lies. he looks to her as if fully clothed, no malice in his slit eyes neither is there wandering. he only comes forth to stand between the nearest wall and the tub, crouching until his legs bend (he’s very tall now, crouching has him at her equal sitting height) and touching the water at the other end of the bath with an outstretched arm-wing, hesitantly, with his fingertips.
oh, that’s hot. nothing’s “too hot” to get him to pull away anymore, though, it’s refreshing— he hasn’t touched water in months, and it might show in the way he subtly relishes the heat and the fluidity. all of dany’s words are heard, a dip in his head when she acknowledges her own audacity. it’s getting somewhere. he’s picked up a thing or two about morgana from the populace, but first: ]
It’s going to keep changing. Inside and out. [ until they were complete. ] You’re bonded, aren’t you?
Not much, I'm afraid. [ Truly, she would have wished for further details... ] There were other witches that were part of her travels here when she arrived. I was attempting to find names... anyone who may be of importance to know about her life before the Coven. I found no further information on them...
[ And what had happened was well-earned. Attempting to play sleuth put others at risk and she feels a bit of regret in her heart. ]
[ And what had happened was well-earned. Attempting to play sleuth put others at risk and she feels a bit of regret in her heart. ]
[ The throbs of scales ripping from flesh had been tolerable until now, until she felt anger wash over her. It was hard to control, she thinks of if this was how Drogon felt when anything confronted his nature. Sheva's words come careful and she glances around nervously, with quick flicks left and right to ensure she was not followed. ]
I merely must wash up, clean the grime away from a long day out — [ Lies. It was worse than that. They itch, she wants to claw at them but her mind focuses on controlling impulse. ] I...
I merely must wash up, clean the grime away from a long day out — [ Lies. It was worse than that. They itch, she wants to claw at them but her mind focuses on controlling impulse. ] I...
[ Her eyes lift from their focus on the water and instead to him when he kneels and speaks. He partakes in the heat of the water, how it was so close to bubbling, she feels. Steam keeps their room clouded, the drip keeps their words concealed. ]
I know. [ It was not a pretty sight. How red and inflamed like coal itself lodged under her silver scales. ] I am. I took caution and procured such bonding before leaving. The meeting we had with the others — it gave me some insight to prepare.
[ Daenerys wonders if she will look like Eren, if she will twist and change where her beautiful body would become something ugly and unfitting for a woman. ]
Do you breathe fire, ser?
[ Blunt were her words, but it hangs like a child dangling a thought idly. ]
I know. [ It was not a pretty sight. How red and inflamed like coal itself lodged under her silver scales. ] I am. I took caution and procured such bonding before leaving. The meeting we had with the others — it gave me some insight to prepare.
[ Daenerys wonders if she will look like Eren, if she will twist and change where her beautiful body would become something ugly and unfitting for a woman. ]
Do you breathe fire, ser?
[ Blunt were her words, but it hangs like a child dangling a thought idly. ]
[Having been in Dorchacht for a good couple of weeks now, Theseus has mostly familiarized himself with the city. And admittedly, while he hasn't done much to make a great impact, it still feels too early to return to Aefenglom when they announced the boat's first departure. Besides, knowing that more people are coming is a reason to stay, so that he can possibly give information. Get some of the basics down so they spend less time with that.
Of course, he knows that anyone from Aefenglom would probably be investigating the pavilion, since that's where those terrible auctions happened in the dream city. As such, Theseus is looking around for anyone that's obviously searching for them... or creating a disturbance.
Like Dany.]
Miss Targaryen.
[Theseus speaks up, looking slightly more different than normal. He's dressed in a more casual attire, ordinary clothes that shouldn't attract anyone's attention, with a scarf that's partially covering the lower half of his face. It definitely gives him a more meek appearance.
Still, his voice can still be heard as he walks closer to her.] You don't need to threaten the man. Threats won't get you answers.
Of course, he knows that anyone from Aefenglom would probably be investigating the pavilion, since that's where those terrible auctions happened in the dream city. As such, Theseus is looking around for anyone that's obviously searching for them... or creating a disturbance.
Like Dany.]
Miss Targaryen.
[Theseus speaks up, looking slightly more different than normal. He's dressed in a more casual attire, ordinary clothes that shouldn't attract anyone's attention, with a scarf that's partially covering the lower half of his face. It definitely gives him a more meek appearance.
Still, his voice can still be heard as he walks closer to her.] You don't need to threaten the man. Threats won't get you answers.
[ good, he seems to nod, bringing his fingers, almost webbed with wings back to his own lap and left dripping from his knee. ]
The anger’s blinding without them. [ blinding to hurt anyone that gave him the smallest of reasons, it didn’t matter if they were friend or foe, or just a sorry passerby— bonds keep him together. the anger is manageable.
though, at her question, he doesn’t respond. at least not with words. eren pulls his hair back, loose strands invited into a bun and breathing in. his exhale is deeper as he pries for the heat hidden away in his chest. cracks of orange gleam from under the scales up his neck, like lava breaking through stone. just as fast as the color comes, it also goes; the man dips his head back and spits a burst of fire upwards. not large enough to burn the ceiling, but just enough to dry the air they breathed momentarily, all until it rolled out of existence. a blink of an eye. ]
My second bond taught me how, without the accidents. [ no burning the plants or your other bond’s most favorite flowers. or clothing, or skin that was not as resistant as theirs, and with that comes a slight, slight smile playing his lips. ] A musician.
[ and he’s certainly implying that he’ll pass on the knowledge, with the way he shifts over. ]
The anger’s blinding without them. [ blinding to hurt anyone that gave him the smallest of reasons, it didn’t matter if they were friend or foe, or just a sorry passerby— bonds keep him together. the anger is manageable.
though, at her question, he doesn’t respond. at least not with words. eren pulls his hair back, loose strands invited into a bun and breathing in. his exhale is deeper as he pries for the heat hidden away in his chest. cracks of orange gleam from under the scales up his neck, like lava breaking through stone. just as fast as the color comes, it also goes; the man dips his head back and spits a burst of fire upwards. not large enough to burn the ceiling, but just enough to dry the air they breathed momentarily, all until it rolled out of existence. a blink of an eye. ]
My second bond taught me how, without the accidents. [ no burning the plants or your other bond’s most favorite flowers. or clothing, or skin that was not as resistant as theirs, and with that comes a slight, slight smile playing his lips. ] A musician.
[ and he’s certainly implying that he’ll pass on the knowledge, with the way he shifts over. ]
[ It was difficult to adjust to – knowing that her most trusted was elsewhere and she was having to maintain a horde of complications. The scales still sprouting over her sensitive skin, luckily hidden except for a bit near the back of her neck that still feels tender from healing and the anger that keeps summoning itself from deep within herself.
Such action as the later? It was a showcase now. His words stop her dead in her threat, shooting a glance to the familiar voice. Shame washes over her like a cold shower, cooling her nerves as she straightens out the coat on her frame. ]
Threats get compliance, but only for the select few, I suppose. [ She glares in the direction of the fisherman who tosses a few clam shells angrily in their direction, trying to shoo them off. She steps away, eyes narrowed and trying her best not to further make a scene – because now, someone else is involved. ] Let's leave this place, then. He has to make a living, after all.
Such action as the later? It was a showcase now. His words stop her dead in her threat, shooting a glance to the familiar voice. Shame washes over her like a cold shower, cooling her nerves as she straightens out the coat on her frame. ]
Threats get compliance, but only for the select few, I suppose. [ She glares in the direction of the fisherman who tosses a few clam shells angrily in their direction, trying to shoo them off. She steps away, eyes narrowed and trying her best not to further make a scene – because now, someone else is involved. ] Let's leave this place, then. He has to make a living, after all.
... It's kind of weird, right? [Yuya's gaze drifts back out the window.] Even in the library, it's like there's nothing about her history or... even much about Dorchacht before she arrived. But this city has to be way older.
[So... why does it seem like so much of its history is just erased? Just how much of Dorchacht is Morgana herself?]
[So... why does it seem like so much of its history is just erased? Just how much of Dorchacht is Morgana herself?]
Perhaps she is the one that writes the history. [ The thought seems dangerous, but she has to consider it: ] The one who ensures what is told proper by her word. Her approved word.
[ Her shoulders slump a little. ]
I believe anything worthwhile will take more than sneaking out past curfew...
[ Her shoulders slump a little. ]
I believe anything worthwhile will take more than sneaking out past curfew...
Page 1 of 9