The bells chimed softly in her hair as she turned her head toward Aegon. He’s relaxed, even in this environment and she wondered at that. Even here, among all her people, safe, with the plans already in motion to capture the Iron Throne, Daenerys didn’t know how to ease the tension she felt. For too long, she’d been at the mercy of others and now, with Aegon’s arrival, she had finally found the family she’d always wanted in his easy, handsome company. She’s pleased, yes, but happiness was more elusive. Dany wouldn’t make the mistakes she made in Meereen, leaving enemies to flourish under her nose. “I will endeavor to do my best,” she answered him honestly.
“I am still learning much of Dragonstone from the staff who have been here longest. I was but a babe when I was taken to Essos ahead of the Usurper’s dogs,” Daenerys explained with a small shrug. The meal was a bit more lavish than usual, in honor of their newest guest, but not so much as to be wasteful. With the number of mouths to feed as she had here on the island and on the bit of mainland opposite, nothing would be wasted. It’s only after the head table was finished with their meal that the minstrel began playing a livelier tune. A few pairings moved to the open area and began dancing. Finishing her glass of wine, a servant moved to refill it but she shook her head ‘no’, before turning to Aegon. “I’m very curious to know in what ways our childhoods might have been similar, Aegon. Would you care for that tour now or was dancing on your agenda?”
“Dragonstone is quiet the place to live in, the halls echo history.” Aegon said, having only experienced Dragonstone in his dreams and it had been wonderful exploring it then but seeing it in person was more wondrous and beautiful in person. He watched as some of the others that had been at the table started to dance and he watched with a pleased eye.
His attention was drawn back to Daenerys as she addressed him. “Dancing wasn’t in my agenda at first but I wouldn’t mind doing so if that’s what you want, Daenerys” Aegon answered truthfully as he rose from his seat to meet Daenerys having taken one last sip from his cup and straightened his tunic. “Did you travel much or did you have a few key places you lived in?”
IF WE RP A ‘ROMANTIC’ RELATIONSHIP: I want them to argue. I want them to be sad. I want them to worry. I want there to be tension. Because that’s what a real relationship is. It’s perfectly normal for people to be sad & worried & fight. Them being happy & loving all the time just doesn’t feel right to me. It’s not always gonna be happy, it’s not always gonna be sunshine & rainbows. There’s always gonna be a struggle, because that’s how they’ll grow & they have to solve each problem together.
“They can’t be dead,” she insisted as she took his hand. When Brienne stood her legs shook and she swayed but did not fall. “Careful.” She gently guided Bronn’s arm up an inch to lessen the risk of him putting his hand in her wound.
“Why would you even want-” Brienne stopped and her face crinkled up in concern. “Oh, you’re hurt too! I didn’t notice.” It was difficult to notice anything at present. “Let me-” She made an effort to straighten up and take the strain off him, though sweat beaded on her forehead and her skin was the color of milk. “Please,” she wheezed, not to Bronn but to herself, and the gods. She was praying for Pod’s survival as best she could, with the only words that were coming to mind. Please no, you can’t be dead, you’re my squire, we have to find someone who can knight you someday. If Podrick was dead Brienne’s legs would give out for a certainty and it would be much harder to convince her to rise.
“Sorry” He replied as she re-positioned his hand and looked at her with a somewhat bewildered look. “I’m fine. Honestly.” Bronn snapped as Brienne went to try to make it easier on him and he shook his head. “You are not-No” His eyes locked on the woman’s face noting the changes it was making due to the pain and wounds. Bronn himself was feeling fatigued and he had to admit his own pain was getting to him and his eyes strained as he tried to see what was in front of them and thought he saw the remains of some tent and structures. “Looks like part of the camp…”
Bronn mumbled as he noted the tracks on the snow coming out of the broken down camp and towards the area where the main camp was. “Brienne, it looks like some people managed to go back to camp, do you think you can make it that far?” He hoped there would be familiar faces there but he didn’t know what he’d do if Brienne passed out on him. He knew he couldn’t carry her and he didn’t exactly want to have to drag her body either as that seemed dangerous.
Starters from the starter call will be done on Friday just fyi
also another fyi next week i work 6/7 days so i will kinda be AFK from Tumblr but I will get one at some point during the week before my one day off and do at least one to two replies on either account. But I also do have to retake a placement test on nxt Thursday to see if i can test out of this math class so that will also take up free time I don’t have on here.
– i’m socially exhausted
– i don’t have the time right now
– i don’t know how to reply
– i have a bad memory and got distracted
– i’m having a depressive episode and don’t have the energy to socialise
not reasons i haven’t replied back:
– i’m ignoring you just because
– i hate you
– i’m fed up with you
– i don’t want to be your friend anymore
Goldnwulf 