>>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]

[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.