[ anakin nods to her, but doesn't verbally answer. he pauses by her only long enough to briefly rest a hand on her shoulder. then he has moved past her toward the dragon.
the beast's quiet does not lull anakin into a false sense of safety. anakin witnessed drogon a little smaller than he is now carving black streams of fire through a furious storm. sometimes, he still recalls the smell of the burned man in the sewers. before he has taken a step toward him, before coming to greet daenerys, anakin opened himself to the force. through the force, he reached for the beast first.
the dragon burns as hot as a star in the force. his fury is incredible. an unskilled padawan would be lost underneath its blaze. but anakin is a jedi knight, more powerful than any before him, with the force grasped in the palm of his hand. he presents himself as neither prey or challenger as he takes another measured step and another toward drogon. his own fear is locked far away; to allow drogon to sense it is to make himself a mark.
the knots around the black neck loosen on their own. the purple tatters twist to the ground. anakin opens himself further to the force. this is always a risk — communing with an animal. a jedi must be in full control of their own emotions; anything and everything they feel, the beast will too. anakin feels the heat of the dragon's glare on him and bids it calm.
something remains in his neck. anakin can feel it as if it were in his own, an irritation that does not belong. he can feel it too: almost liquid swimming in the black blood. ( he feels something else too. mother and child are bound. the delicate silver-haired woman behind him carries the dragon's ferocity — or maybe it's the other way around. )
so close he feels the heat that radiates off the scales, anakin seizes the foreign object in the force. slowly, at first, he begins to remove it. he feels drogon's discomfort; the warning of what will happen opens in the force; his awareness narrows to the immediacy of the next second.
he leaps out of the snap of drogon's jaws. at the same time, something drops heavily, so hot it glows where it lies in the earth. anakin again extends his reach into the force, seizing on the sense of relief to to keep drogon from striking at him again. the distance helps. ]
It's out, [ he announces to daenerys without looking to her. anakin does not look away from drogon. one hand remains extended toward him. ]
There's nothing else left. Give him time. He should heal fully now.
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the beast's quiet does not lull anakin into a false sense of safety. anakin witnessed drogon a little smaller than he is now carving black streams of fire through a furious storm. sometimes, he still recalls the smell of the burned man in the sewers. before he has taken a step toward him, before coming to greet daenerys, anakin opened himself to the force. through the force, he reached for the beast first.
the dragon burns as hot as a star in the force. his fury is incredible. an unskilled padawan would be lost underneath its blaze. but anakin is a jedi knight, more powerful than any before him, with the force grasped in the palm of his hand. he presents himself as neither prey or challenger as he takes another measured step and another toward drogon. his own fear is locked far away; to allow drogon to sense it is to make himself a mark.
the knots around the black neck loosen on their own. the purple tatters twist to the ground. anakin opens himself further to the force. this is always a risk — communing with an animal. a jedi must be in full control of their own emotions; anything and everything they feel, the beast will too. anakin feels the heat of the dragon's glare on him and bids it calm.
something remains in his neck. anakin can feel it as if it were in his own, an irritation that does not belong. he can feel it too: almost liquid swimming in the black blood. ( he feels something else too. mother and child are bound. the delicate silver-haired woman behind him carries the dragon's ferocity — or maybe it's the other way around. )
so close he feels the heat that radiates off the scales, anakin seizes the foreign object in the force. slowly, at first, he begins to remove it. he feels drogon's discomfort; the warning of what will happen opens in the force; his awareness narrows to the immediacy of the next second.
he leaps out of the snap of drogon's jaws. at the same time, something drops heavily, so hot it glows where it lies in the earth. anakin again extends his reach into the force, seizing on the sense of relief to to keep drogon from striking at him again. the distance helps. ]
It's out, [ he announces to daenerys without looking to her. anakin does not look away from drogon. one hand remains extended toward him. ]
There's nothing else left. Give him time. He should heal fully now.