>>FROM:@AEGONNER

[northerndragon]

Tell me about your gods.

If you don't have that kind of faith, then tell me what else you believe in. There must be something.

And if not that, tell me what you think of when you know a battle is coming.

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[northerndragon]

[That pulls him out of his reverie more fully, and he glances up at her with a soft chuckle.]

Us, then.

[But...]

Suffering. [He has suffered, but he isn't sure he likes being seen as someone who's suffered... on the other hand, it means she understands in a way that almost no one really has before. And he likes them understanding each other.] No more than you did.

[dorzalta]

It sounds much better.

[ Her voice remains soft, and it lessens the tease in her words with something genuine, as well. ]

Mn, I would argue that point slightly debatable, but no less true. [ She sounds noncommittal. Dying should certainly be reason enough for ample suffering. ] You realize this is why 'us' is much better than 'you' or 'me.'

[ Now she's just being silly for the sake of it. ]

[northerndragon]

[He looks at her more softly, half-smiling.]

There's more than one reason... any number of reasons.

[But "us" is better. "Together" is better. There is little that either of them could attempt to do on any kind of grand scale that wouldn't be enhanced by having the other's help, support, or advice... and it's not hard to agree with her, though he expects that may not always be the case. Even then, finding a way to that agreement may clarify their ideas on matters: if they're very lucky, peace and unity between them might be peace in the seven kingdoms. For now, it just makes their day to day lives much more pleasant than they otherwise would be.]

We ought to think about supper.

[dorzalta]

[ He earns the hint of a pleased look. Before she rolls away, the mention of supper drawing her mind elsewhere, she drags her index finger down along the scar above his brow, leaning in to press a kiss there. ]

We only need one, but I prefer far more with us.

[ She'd slipped his shirt on whilst they'd lounged in his bed and he communicated with their allies. It creeps up as she scoots off his bed, dropping back down with the weight of gravity tugging on it. The tail end of it brushes a little past mid-thigh on her, and she's half tempted to walk about simply like this: hair loose, in his shirt, with nothing but her boots on with it. ]

Have you exhausted yourself of the wonderment of battle?

[northerndragon]

[And after she kisses his brow, he tilts his head and cranes his neck to catch her jaw with a kiss of his own.]

I'd say I'm exhausted, right enough.

[That could be taken any number of ways, and most of them would be correct, but the training they've been undergoing is draining.

He eyes her attire, something that tempts him to stay where they are, then raises his eyebrows and draws down one corner of his mouth.]

The cowl I found might work as a skirt.

[He refers to the neck wrap he'd picked up from the clothes that were on offer that first day back at BASE.]

Or it may be too short.

[dorzalta]

[ That sneaky kiss earns him an actual smile. Less reserved when her defenses have been lowered, no thanks to their trainings. ]

Not exhausted enough to ignore food, though.

[ She's already in the process of pulling on a pair of pants--her pants, altered in many ways to allow a snug fit. ]

I'd rather the pants, [ she murmurs, tucking her feet into her boots. One day, she might explain why she prefers pants, even when wearing skirts. It's not something she'll offer straight away now, however, lest he happens to ask. ] Though I imagine we can use it as a belt, so I'm not blown away in a sharp breeze.

[ Stepping closer to him. One step, two steps. Fingers tucking into the waist of his pants. Eyes meeting his. ]

Lest you need this returned.

[northerndragon]

[He's never really been sure why she wears breeches as a matter of habit, but he likes it: it makes her seem prepared, capable, doesn't give the lie that she's helpless, or make her more helpless than she would want to be... as more voluminous skirts might. Maybe it's just that they're practical for riding a dragon, but that doesn't explain why she continues to prefer them here.]

I'll take it back from you later.

[He attempts to sound flirtatious, but he doesn't quite make it there, not with the backs of her fingers against his belly and her eyes looking into his.]

Time for more rotting supper.

[His face twists to the side in mock dismay -- well, not entirely "mock," but the irony is intended.]

[dorzalta]

[ He makes it there well enough. Throatily chuckling, Dany leans in closer, til their chests press, and her mouth grazes his jaw. ]

I'd love to see you try.

[ Her hand slips away from him, and she's ducking back, searching for the cowl he'd made mention of. It doesn't take long before she's fiddling with it, attempting to turn it into a sash to hold his shirt together.

Not the most befitting outfit for a queen, by any means. The faintest traces of his scent are on this shirt, and she occasionally catches wind of it. ]

Oh hush, they're absolutely delectable. [ The worst lie, tempered by a light thwack to his stomach as she brushes past him. ] Come on, we'll make the best out of it.