Daenerys, at the very least, seemed pleased to see him. Although he'd spent much of his time with her while the dragons had been growing, he wasn't entirely sure he could read their expressions anymore. He used to guess at them, a lot, and would grow pleased if he seemed to get it right; yet they had certainly grown, huge and formidable, and he imagined there was a lot they kept hidden behind those wide, curious eyes that watched him still as Daenerys made her way across the beach.
Drogon, at least. He didn't look irritated--perhaps there was an understanding, there. He imagined that of any of her suitors, he was most likely the least intimidating. It made him smile some, sheepish and bemused, as she closed the distance between them.
Her arms fit around him in a sudden embrace, and though he knew he shouldn't, his arms circled her waist. He could smell the beach on her, the warm scent of the sand and the water and the wind, mixed together; he could smell the flowery aroma of her soap, hiding behind it all. When she drew away, he offered her another smile, tinged with embarrassment.
"Mostly whole," he corrected, and his smile glinted a little in amusement. With his hands politely pinned behind his back again, he nodded in encouragement in the direction of the open end of the beach, and shifted into the space at her side, instead, to accompany her on the walk.
"It would be my honor, Khaleesi." And for the first time in a long time, he could feel himself relaxing, just slightly, by her side.
"I am not sure you want to hear the tale," he continued, as he glanced down at the sand. His boots sank into it, slightly, but it was still firm and damp, enough that they moved on relatively level ground. "For a long time, I believed it to be hopeless, myself."
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Date: 2019-06-06 10:06 am (UTC)Drogon, at least. He didn't look irritated--perhaps there was an understanding, there. He imagined that of any of her suitors, he was most likely the least intimidating. It made him smile some, sheepish and bemused, as she closed the distance between them.
Her arms fit around him in a sudden embrace, and though he knew he shouldn't, his arms circled her waist. He could smell the beach on her, the warm scent of the sand and the water and the wind, mixed together; he could smell the flowery aroma of her soap, hiding behind it all. When she drew away, he offered her another smile, tinged with embarrassment.
"Mostly whole," he corrected, and his smile glinted a little in amusement. With his hands politely pinned behind his back again, he nodded in encouragement in the direction of the open end of the beach, and shifted into the space at her side, instead, to accompany her on the walk.
"It would be my honor, Khaleesi." And for the first time in a long time, he could feel himself relaxing, just slightly, by her side.
"I am not sure you want to hear the tale," he continued, as he glanced down at the sand. His boots sank into it, slightly, but it was still firm and damp, enough that they moved on relatively level ground. "For a long time, I believed it to be hopeless, myself."