[ don't call him out like this. although, eren wouldn't have expected less of her. any attempt at swallowing is silenced with a firm press of his lips and bated breath, for a second and no more. it was rare for eren to fluster, mostly when more tender feelings were brought to limelight. he doesn't take long at all, to offer her an answer— he wasn't so stupefied, enough to seem like a fumbling child. ]
Just . . . Being yourself. [ that's. it. and with a shift of his legs, his lips part, sound has yet to come, and only then: ] Would you dance to that?
[ if she has the chance to learn, be a girl, the woman she is, then— why not offer it, right here and right now? ]
[ "Herself" was something she isn't so humble be blind to. There is a reason people follow her, people believe in her. Daenerys doubts herself like anyone with a beating pulse would — but she has grown to elevate herself above those concerns.
When his words come so plainly, her eyes lower and she lets a small sheepish smirk present itself to him in some apology. Teeth catch her bottom lip and she in turn looks as if she matches his almost out-of-character state.
The question comes simply and Daenerys does nod. ]
[ but— that itself gets him to huff out what seems like a laugh at himself. look at his legs— they weren’t human anymore, it took an entire month to learn how to walk on them without losing his center of gravity.
but, he’s danced. he doesn’t have a complete lack of rhythm, hardly anyone does. birds have rhythm, and he wouldn’t? no more embarrassment to the point of feeling odd. eren doesn’t need to extend his arms, they’re too long. all he has to do is lift them, facing his palm up and offering space for a hand, or hands, to fit in his. ]
But I have the perseverance.
[ he’ll hit the mark until it’s a bull’s eye. at least he could say, he’s always been this way, too. ]
[ At least he was honest. It actually makes her snicker – makes her feel there's a level of honesty between them that feels... comfortable. He may have embraced what this world did to him, but Daenerys still struggled. She struggled with losing the "power" she had, with losing her beauty and freedom. Of course, as moons come and go... she sees less of the difference in a 'human' and what Eren is currently. She imagines him. No human or monster – just Eren. ]
And I have humility.
[ Part of her imagines how silly they'd look, like children learning how to ride horseback. Daenerys doesn't leave any doubt – if his hand was offered so in kind, she'd accept it. If there's only an awkwardness, she closes the distance between them – brick by brick until a wall was lowered. ]
Would you allow me the chance to look a fool, just for tonight?
[ if she’s allowing it for herself, that’s all that’s really needed. rare it was, for eren to show more of his teeth, and after a few moments the chill hitting his gums tempts him to cover them up with his lips again— alas. maybe he shouldn’t be denying a smile when it’s been given to him so generously. the top of her hand is met with his thumb, pearl white talons only resting on flesh and scales when the rest of his palm can coil around her fingers. he takes a mindful step back, watching where her feet would pace to begin matching an extra step or two of his own.
eren has to . . . keep his glance at a division! always up and down, up and down. soon enough, their music helps. violin strums pick up, and so do the dragon’s jounces between. he may look like a fool, but— ]
That’ll make two of us, [ he says, a surge of saturation on the scales that paint underneath his eyes and stretch to the corners. they’re not alone in anything, and, you can say . . . this is a dance with dragons. ]
[ There is a familiarity with Eren that exceeds past their interactions. Part of her, whether it the girl or dragon, finds a kinship that allows her to get this close with him. There's a weaving of wants and desires, of needing to trust him to do something as simple as show a bashful gaze or softness that was so unlike a dragon queen.
Their dance of dragons was quickly as they move — unsure, but stern. Quick, yet lingering when strings repeat in a melodic kind of way. Comforting, unlike any song she was sang as a child or any hymn she recalled knowing. Now, she is left focusing on now and imprinting the feeling — of warmth and comfort — into her mind for years to come.
Eren gifts her this, wraps it nicely with a curl of his talons softly to her. A moment where they can dance until their ankles ache and their chests feel full. Where embers burn in a unison of excitement and wonder. This moment was theirs — and she'll remember fondly his face and she gifts him in return the jubilation of a dragon. ]
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[ don't call him out like this. although, eren wouldn't have expected less of her. any attempt at swallowing is silenced with a firm press of his lips and bated breath, for a second and no more. it was rare for eren to fluster, mostly when more tender feelings were brought to limelight. he doesn't take long at all, to offer her an answer— he wasn't so stupefied, enough to seem like a fumbling child. ]
Just . . . Being yourself. [ that's. it. and with a shift of his legs, his lips part, sound has yet to come, and only then: ] Would you dance to that?
[ if she has the chance to learn, be a girl, the woman she is, then— why not offer it, right here and right now? ]
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When his words come so plainly, her eyes lower and she lets a small sheepish smirk present itself to him in some apology. Teeth catch her bottom lip and she in turn looks as if she matches his almost out-of-character state.
The question comes simply and Daenerys does nod. ]
I would, if you have the skill to teach me.
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[ but— that itself gets him to huff out what seems like a laugh at himself. look at his legs— they weren’t human anymore, it took an entire month to learn how to walk on them without losing his center of gravity.
but, he’s danced. he doesn’t have a complete lack of rhythm, hardly anyone does. birds have rhythm, and he wouldn’t? no more embarrassment to the point of feeling odd. eren doesn’t need to extend his arms, they’re too long. all he has to do is lift them, facing his palm up and offering space for a hand, or hands, to fit in his. ]
But I have the perseverance.
[ he’ll hit the mark until it’s a bull’s eye. at least he could say, he’s always been this way, too. ]
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And I have humility.
[ Part of her imagines how silly they'd look, like children learning how to ride horseback. Daenerys doesn't leave any doubt – if his hand was offered so in kind, she'd accept it. If there's only an awkwardness, she closes the distance between them – brick by brick until a wall was lowered. ]
Would you allow me the chance to look a fool, just for tonight?
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[ if she’s allowing it for herself, that’s all that’s really needed. rare it was, for eren to show more of his teeth, and after a few moments the chill hitting his gums tempts him to cover them up with his lips again— alas. maybe he shouldn’t be denying a smile when it’s been given to him so generously. the top of her hand is met with his thumb, pearl white talons only resting on flesh and scales when the rest of his palm can coil around her fingers. he takes a mindful step back, watching where her feet would pace to begin matching an extra step or two of his own.
eren has to . . . keep his glance at a division! always up and down, up and down. soon enough, their music helps. violin strums pick up, and so do the dragon’s jounces between. he may look like a fool, but— ]
That’ll make two of us, [ he says, a surge of saturation on the scales that paint underneath his eyes and stretch to the corners. they’re not alone in anything, and, you can say . . . this is a dance with dragons. ]
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Their dance of dragons was quickly as they move — unsure, but stern. Quick, yet lingering when strings repeat in a melodic kind of way. Comforting, unlike any song she was sang as a child or any hymn she recalled knowing. Now, she is left focusing on now and imprinting the feeling — of warmth and comfort — into her mind for years to come.
Eren gifts her this, wraps it nicely with a curl of his talons softly to her. A moment where they can dance until their ankles ache and their chests feel full. Where embers burn in a unison of excitement and wonder. This moment was theirs — and she'll remember fondly his face and she gifts him in return the jubilation of a dragon. ]