[october catch-all. closed]

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Who: Daenerys Targaryen & Plotted CR
When: During the month
Where: All over Aefenglom and in the Wilde
What: Plotted threads for the month + Quests. Top-levels will be labeled with Quests or for specific CR.
Warnings: Nothing ATM.





*Note: If we have not plotted or threaded before and you'd like CR with Dany, please feel free to PM me and we can plan something!

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[Even if her expression had not changed, Ozymandias thinks Daenerys' emotions would still remain palpable in the air around them. It seems to be her tendency to feel intensely but to exert control over her expression of them. The impassioned woman versus the careful leader. Both have sides to her possess merits, he thinks, if she knows how to wield them effectively.]

[As her hand comes to his, Ozymandias pauses in cleaning and studies her smile a moment. The curve to her lips seems such a frail thing.]

I imagine there is common ground yet discovered. [He finishes his work of cleaning her hand, but doesn't let go as immediately as he had the first.] After all, we are both here lending our aid.

[Even if Ozymandias would have advised more caution in the immediate moment -- using the opportunity of going to Dorchacht to assess before acting -- what is done is done. The suffering of the refugees should not be prolonged any longer than it must. And so, while Ozymandias' aid does not come so much by the means of manual labor himself, his lifetime of constructing great monuments and temples lends itself well to planning and efficient movement of resources and labor.]

...Though I believe we differ on our work ethic, [he says with a teasing smile.] Your work is not yet complete and here you are, engaging me in idle conversation.

[As he lets go, he allows his hold to shift from her wrist to hand, giving the latter a light squeeze before completely releasing his hold on her.]

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[ His words were easy to get lost into. There's a confidence there, an allure that pulls at her despite her best efforts to stand stronger. To prove there was no ounce of intimidation in a Queen speaking to a King. They speak so casually of common grounds, one she hopes to share and lower her guard bit by bit.

Daenerys was pleased Eren helped orchestrate the change in Dorchacht, her own ambitious and stubborn view of slavery put them all at risk – she knows, but her heart was too attuned to the struggles of the shackled monsters. It was not as successful as she'd like... but no dragons means things were difficult. And their goal was to not cause civil discourse between Aefenglom and Dorchacht. Ugh! Politics are always messy.

The gesture is sweet and kind, something she has to pull away from when he releases her. Her form twists and there's a small smirk undeniable on her features. An excitement in her chest is hard to contain, a young girl far too curious for her own good. He's given her no reason to distrust him, so of course – the gesture raises a bit of red upon her features. ]

You may raise a brush and join me if ethic is your concern. [ There is only a little bit left and carefully – she kneels downwards away from the spilled paint. The brush is taken and churned into the remainder of the paint bucket, a few strokes given before she looks upwards to him – ] Unless you've found yourself in an overseer role that I have not heard of?

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[Though her reaction to the gesture is subtle and he says nothing of it directly, the change in her expression and the slight flush to her cheeks does not go without his notice. Some might interpret that she has any noticeable reaction to be a weakness and believe that she ought to remain seemingly unmoved by any gesture made, Ozymandias does not think of it as such. There is more to a ruler than their titles and responsibilities; neglect that part is just as much a folly as allowing it to supersede their role to their people. So, if anything, it is something he finds both pleasure and hope for her in.]

[Especially when she returns words to him. He huffs a laugh, setting aside the dirtied rag.]

Can you truly fault me for attempting to create a position for myself where I might indulge in such a vision as the one before me? [He sighs seemingly in defeat.] It was foolish of me to assume such a prize would be so easily mine...

[He picks up a spare brush.]

But if it might give me the pleasure of your company, then I shall join you in painting.

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[ That earns a wry smirk on her face, her eyes catch the spare brush and she scoots over to the left to allow more space in front of the door. If they are to be rulers – some humility does the body good. Daenerys may have her own reservations on what she gets herself involved in, but she doubts Jorah would insist she sits out something as simple as painting. It's a simple task she takes on, but hey – it's better with company, he's right. The bottom half of the door would be an easy enough canvas, at least. ]

Bend the knee. [ With her! #characterdevelopment. ] We work better together, faster if you have skill in such a task.

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[Ozymandias hums in light amusement as he moves to kneel beside her and dip his brush carefully in the bucket.]

By now, I imagine you've more skill than me, [he says with a small laugh. Ozymandias is always the first to brag at his own skills, but painting doors is not truly among them. Besides, she has been at this nearly all day.] If I do not slow you down, then I shall be satisfied.

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Do I? Perhaps I should fake my talents more often. It would certainly have saved me the trouble of acquiring an army... [ She tries to make light of things – to feel a bit of pure joy at the good they were doing. The bristles of her brush scoop against red, the door carefully outlined with her paint on one side. ] Then you should keep up with me. That is your only option.

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[He raises an eyebrow.]

An ultimatum is it then? [He takes the excess paint off his brush on the edge of the bucket before beginning to paint his side of the door.] I did not know you had self-appointed yourself to a position where you could make such demands of me.

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Only if you believe it to be.

[ Each stroke tries to keep her spunk contained – and she fails. Every time. The wrinkles by her nose were unlike any she's had since arriving here. It was a true, smart-assed smirk that she most certainly learned in her recent years. Never as a young girl, certainly. ]

I may not have an appropriate position, but I have sound judgment. And my judgment dictates we both benefit from you joining me here.

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[Looking over at her, he grins crookedly.]

I would not deny that we both benefit, but that smile of yours would suggest it's not of equal benefit.

sneaks this in

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And what would equal benefit be, if not this?

[ One side of the door is down, stricken with red and an even coat. ]

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That I have not yet ascertained, but I'm certain you will not hesitate to inform me the moment an opportunity to gloat presents itself.

[He turns his gaze back to his section of the door.]

and scene uwu

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You think the worst of me. [ It was a small, tiny smirk as she continues painting. ] Help me with the next door and we shall see whom does the gloating.

[ As they are on equal footing with this back and forth which will wane surely into the evening... ]