[closed] november catch all

[freeing]

Who: Daenerys Targaryen + Closed Starters
When: All month, baby.
Where: Aefenglom
What: Just closed starters with those I have planned plot with. If you'd really like to tag in and get CR with Dany, please PM me so we can hash some stuff out!
Warnings: N/A as of now.




MASQUERADE:

[ Royals and nobles found socializing just as powerful as wielding a sword or shield. Daenerys had learned that she can not tackle things alone in this world — she would never survive. Her understanding of needing to find allies bundles well with her need to get outside of her own head. It's unfortunate an event with masked crowds still cause her flashes of the fighting pits massacre, but she couldn't ignore what this kind of socializing could bring if they were to push for the representation of the Mirrorbound in Parliament.


Dressed in a beautiful gown and non-enchanted mask, Daenerys fits in among the crowds that seem to be a wave of people enjoying music and drinks. Most noticeably different is the assortment of scales she shows as opposed to hides. Her bicep, side of her neck, collarbone were all peppered with silver-blue scale. Those signature tresses of hair were braided up in intricate weaves.

During the night, she can be found:
a. Hugging the walls and watching as people dance during the beginning of her arrival, anxious over the assortment of masked individuals.
b. Studying the small enchanted trinkets.
c. Partaking in fingerfoods and drinks.
d. Exploring the grounds of the venue, specifically the garden and fountain.
e. Possibly having too much to drink and needing to be escorted back home. :/ Lightweight.

She's quick to bring up how rare moments like this are and segue into talks about coming together and possibly finding a common goal with Parliament representation... ]

DROGON RETURNS:

[ It seems there was a bit of a chaos in the later part of the month. Daenerys had been in the market, partaking in shopping for fresh fruit and veggies for dinner — when she's noticed a crowd gathering around a plastered wall. Upon it was a crude sketch of a small dragon and a reward from the shopkeeps of the district. "WANTED: ARSON" written clear as day, a few people discussing the recent fires starting in the past week were seemingly caused by a small, black dragon. Daenerys has to push through the crowd, seeing the poster herself.

And her stomach sinks.

She'd know those ridges, know the way his snout curves even with a poor drawing — Drogon? Daenerys looks as if she saw a ghost, the color pulled from her features and her foot stumbling backwards for air. The Targaryen wastes no time and maybe you see the khaleesi in a way that was almost unfitting. Frantic, frazzled — she walks two steps then stops, turns and looks around for a direction that could bring her to her child. This is all very public, so maybe you want to tell her to calm down?

Later on in the day or week, without success, she waits until she hears bells signifying a fire. Rushing towards the scene — maybe you find the culprit with her?

After they're reunited, there is no doubt that Daenerys does not let Drogon out of sight and can be seen around Aefenglom with Drogon perched upon her shoulder. ]

WILDCARD:

[ Did we discuss something that doesn't fit here? Hit me up on discord (cirilla#7318) or cirilla. for plotting! I don't mind doing a closed top-level. ]

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[ It was almost as if they all deserved to feel safe and feel the world wasn't crumbling around them. A night to forget, to be someone else. It was never that simple for Dany, but it was nice to pretend as much as she could. The girl, however, does shoot her brows up inquisitively at his offer. ]

I do not – [ Her words stammer and she slowly grips onto his hand, fingers light and unsure. ] Only if you can stand your feet being stepped upon. I've never been taught.

[ It was on her list after she acquired the Iron Throne, okay. Congrats, Percy, you're her first. ]

[gunsmithed]

[ One side of his mouth curves up slightly. ]

I think I can survive it.

[ She can't be worse than a madwoman with a gun, after all. Percy's ideas of danger might be somewhat skewed.

But once she's given the agreement, however hesitant, Percy grips her hand and pulls her gently towards the dance floor, finally setting a bit off to the side. Not quite in the middle but not all the way at the edge, a perfect place to lose themselves amongst the other dancers. ]

Just try not to think about it too hard.

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Famous final words, ser.

[ Those rare smiles of amusement always hit her hard. Her nose crinkles, her teeth flash in a brilliant kind of way – it feels so foreign to her. Uncharacteristic. She's sure she heard Tyrion crack a joke that he's never seen a Targaryen smile – except for Drogon chewing into a lamb.

Towards the dance floor they go – his gentleness much more welcomed than she would have imagined. ]

Then show me how they dance here – or in your world. I'll allow you to take lead. For now.

[gunsmithed]

Much appreciated.

[ And Percy agreeably pulls her into a passable hold and begins leading her through one of the simpler waltzes he knows. No reason to show off here, for the moment. But it's a basic enough movement, and Percy's content to patiently repeat it until she moves along with him. ]

I was taught that all gentleman should know at least one dance.

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[ He leads and she follows, dutifully. There's a grace there, lightness even if she steps a bit too quick and her fingers find themselves squeezing a bit too tight to his limbs. ]

I do not know of any so you are far beyond — ah, my apologies!

[ And yes, she stumbles along. ]

Who taught you?

[gunsmithed]

You're fine.

[ He might tighten his hold on her just a little to make sure that she doesn't stumble completely off her feet, but Percy can handle a couple of sore toes.

Though the question does bring a smile to his face that's a sort of sorrow-tinged nostalgia. ]

Tutors technically. But my older siblings, moreso.

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[ They're lost in a small sea of people, even if they breech the shoreline of wallflowers and onlookers. Dany's frame is small, but she moves with intent to learn. Where she fumbles, she recovers the next turn around.

Even with the masks that surround them, it feels nice. To move simply without a weight on her chest. ]

They are quite good, then. [ She says with a small, warm smile. Unaware of the depth of tragedies that may be interwoven into Percy's story. ] To have time to do such things – to dance and sing... I hope times like those remain in this and any world.

[gunsmithed]

People find the time, I've found.

[ It comes out sounding a bit more thoughtful, Percy's eyes going a bit faraway for a second before his attention snaps back to her. His smile goes a little wry as he shakes his head. ]

No one can be miserable all the time, even in a bad situation. You find your moments, your little pleasures. Someone sets up a party for no good reason.[ He tips his head to the room around them with a hint of irony. ] And so it goes.

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[ Part of her was bitter. She never found time. His words linger, but it was hard to keep it there when the music plays so lightly. She does better, to keep her thoughts at bay long enough to try and mirror his steps — predict them with minimal toes being stepped upon. ]

I'm not sure I would call upon it myself for such a need. [ A feast? A tournament? Even those in Meereen found comfort in the barbaric fighting pits. ] Yet... it is nice. People look so happy.

[gunsmithed]

Maybe they are. Nothing wrong with a bit of distraction now and then.

[ They're moving a bit smoother now, it's easier for Percy to direct them through the flow of other dancers. And he waits until they have a clear moment, then throws in a slightly more complicated step, just to be a tease. ]

What do you need, then?

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[ Distraction. That word can be deadly. She winces a bit, swallowing her own doubts and keeping them to herself. A forced smile follows and he ups the ante — quicker, more smoothly she follows with a bump into him and an apologetic look. ]

Besides more lessons here — [ A jest, but. ] I'm not sure. My needs are not often under consideration. It is my people, my friends...

[ The topic weighs heavily, and she looks up to him with as much honesty as she can muster. ]

So long as you and others enjoy tonight, it is all I would need.

[gunsmithed]

[ He makes a faintly considering sound, though there's something understanding in it. A thought he understands, mostly, even if he doesn't feel it himself. Honestly it sounds more like something Cassandra would say.

The two of them might get along unexpectedly well, honestly. ]

Fair enough. But is there something you want?

[ That difference, at least, is something that Percy is very aware of. ]

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To rest.

[ It was the comfort of dancing, of forgetting the title bestowed upon herself as the breaker of chains. She feels embarrassed – as if her answer should be justice by default. He can see, even among their movements that such honesty feels... odd. ]

I suppose such a request among dancing sounds foolish – I mean to find a moment of rest, where... this can be fully enjoyed. Moments like this, I mean.

[ Casually, she tries to play coy. ]

With a good dance teacher.

[gunsmithed]

[ It earns her a bit of a knowing look, but there's some amusement buried under it, and it doesn't take long for one side of his mouth to quirk upwards. ]

I know what you mean. Sometimes you just need a break. From everything.

[ Percy himself has gone back and forth frequently on whether he needs the rest or desperately has to keep moving to outrun his own demons. Depends on how close they are at any given time, really. ]

But I can at least hope to be helping with that.

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You are. And I am thankful for it.

[ He keeps things light, fortunately enough. It was a relief to enjoy music and dance, but company that does not... make her feel as if she has to wear a heavy crown. Aaaand there she is, stepping on toes. ]

So long as you continue to forgive me.

[gunsmithed]

I promise you, I've had worse.

[ The joy of the adventuring life is that he can always say that and it's always true. Though even aside from that, a few bruised toes are an easy exchange for good company. ]

Just enjoy it for now, we'll deal with everything else later.

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Then I hope you will only have better. Who knows when we may enjoy a moment like this again.

[ He reassures her and fortunately, she does not press the issue. Her heart feels light, her fingers tighten against him only a bit. A silent agreement to enjoy the evening for what it was – full of music and distractions. ]