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conqueress: (do all gods feel so lonely)

[personal profile] conqueress 2017-05-09 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It does not matter if he knows. ]

One more so than the other, I fear. [ She speaks lightly. She feels the opposite. ] Drogon has taken metal shards to the neck.
conqueress: (dead set tbh)

[personal profile] conqueress 2017-05-11 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
He will heal, if what I pried out is the end of it. I have pulled spears from his hide before.

[ If their metals are not poison. Now her tone hardens. ]

But what am I to do if he is so easily wounded by Zymandis technology? This destruction comes without agents to guide the blows.

[ It's time for dragon queens to meet the modern age. Pay up, ALASTAIR. ]

The advancements in other worlds have long surpassed my own. I cannot hope to fly him into battle if I must risk another bomb attack.
armigers: armigers @ dw | do not take (โ™› 107)

text; un: noct gar | sometime after robot wars

[personal profile] armigers 2017-05-12 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, final score. You first.

[ Because he's pretty sure his own number isn't going to be topped. ]

conqueress: (back to)

[personal profile] conqueress 2017-05-15 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Meraxes was lost over Dorne, she remembers. Some scorpion pierced her through the eye.

Unseen, she shudders. ]


Come at once. [ A breath comes with this. ] Please. I know that he is still in difficulty.

[ And his blood is hot enough to melt spears. If that is so, too, for Zymandis metal ... ]
conqueress: (bones on dragonstone)

[personal profile] conqueress 2017-05-15 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ To look at Drogon, with violet bandages wrapped about his neck, it is simple to tell what has happened. Dany stands nearby, large tatters torn from the cape in her uniform, hands clasped before herself. Her fingers are frozen in time, but from the way they are knotted together, similarly bandaged, it is evident that they had been needling at one another prior to his arrival.

Her back and shoulders are straight, her chin held high, as they always are. As they always must be. Your Grace, he calls her, and she is reminded of why. ]


He wearied of our flight all at once, [ she tells him, her tone tight, as though it is uncertain whether she will give commands or demand that they be left alone. But if his Force senses what a dragon feels, so too will he feel what she hides. Drogon's inferno eyes focus on Anakin, but he makes no move to lift his head, propped up on a claw-tipped wing. ] I dare not mount him again.
armigers: ponponpon @ dw (โ™› 136)

[personal profile] armigers 2017-05-16 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Anakin can't see it, but his eyes are popping out of his skull at the moment. ]

What? No way! Those numbers can't be right. There weren't even that many out there.

[ And here he thought his own number was high... it's nowhere near the thousands. ]
armigers: ponponpon @ dw (โ™› 165)

[personal profile] armigers 2017-05-17 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Noctis is still glad Anakin can't see him pouting like a grown man-child and looking sour. Is he a sore loser? Why yes. Yes, he is. ]

You only won with a technicality. Come on, I took out plenty of giant ones. That should count for at least a thousand of those tiny ones.
armigers: ponponpon @ dw (โ™› 004)

[personal profile] armigers 2017-05-21 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's still no way he could have done all that by himself. This is why Noctis wanted an unbiased party to keep track. ]

How many of those did you take out, too?
armigers: ponponpon @ dw (โ™› 199)

[personal profile] armigers 2017-05-22 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
A bet's a bet even if those numbers still seem kind of suspicious. Do you have a drink preference or something?

[ And here he thought he pulled his own weight with all the robots he took out. Damn, this sucks, and he's grumbling sourly about it on his end. ]
armigers: ponponpon @ dw (โ™› 032)

[personal profile] armigers 2017-05-23 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Fine, just shoot me a message in the next place then. Drinks on me. Nothing too expensive, though. ALASTAIR didn't exactly port over my gil.
conqueress: (wary surveillance)

[personal profile] conqueress 2017-05-24 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The hand upon her shoulder is comforting, fleeting. She cannot even acknowledge the touch.

Dany watches, with clouds of hot ash drifting between her and a view of the dragon whose pain has become her own. Is that why she had screamed, when the explosion had caught him in his wake? It had felt as if she herself had been struck--or perhaps that had only been anguish, and fury. Fury is a bond they have always shared between them, she now realizes. His anger is her own, and so she must be stronger than that.

We are bonded most in battle, she realizes, watching Anakin draw near with bated breath. He is a dragon, and so am I. In an instant, he could be incinerated where he stands, yet when the bandages unlace themselves, Drogon makes no move to open his maw, to unleash the fire that burns just behind his throat. A curious, tenuous calm settles, the pupiless red eyes watching with suspicion, as though temporarily taken from the brink of some fatal decision. The only battle Dany hears now is that of her heart, returning her to scorched sands and bloodied corpses, a dead man lying with a whip halfway out of his hand.

Her heart gives a lurch as Drogon's head lunges forward to snap, but so too is it accompanied by the splatter of something burning hot and silver, beginning to cool the instant it hits the sand. One of Drogon's wounds hisses, sending steam into the air, and the last of the poison leaves him. He should heal fully now, he tells her, and she closes her eyes, silently praising the Mother for her mercy. He speaks truly. ]


Thrice now you've aided me, [ she tells him, when the breath has returned to her enough to speak. ] Thrice now you've risked your life for mine. You shall not willingly accept recompense, I know, yet I owe you much and more for that.

[ She holds out her hands to take his in thanks, the gesture delicate. There are burns beneath the bandages that she dares not expose. Would that I could call him friend. Yet she has scarce had a friend for whom oaths and contracts make no matter, from whom no other request comes. ]
armigers: armigers @ dw | do not take (โ™› 109)

[personal profile] armigers 2017-05-25 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
That doesn't exactly sound reassuring. How many of the droids that you destroyed will you charge me for then?
conqueress: (that may be)

[personal profile] conqueress 2017-05-27 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He is a knight, and she took her mantle believing that the gods made kings and queens to protect those who cannot protect themselves. Yet what is she to do for someone who requires no protection, and tells her only that he is pleased to serve? She can grant him no lands, no shelter. He is not one of her children.

He takes her wrists in his, and her fingers curl instinctively, violet eyes studying his own in curiosity. She has healed from Drogon's burns before, but there is no reason to forgo help, when so many possess gifts.

In answer, she unfurls her fingers and nods. She is not yet at peace enough to fully jape, but she manages lightly, ]


Your Jedi knighthood has given you many gifts.

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