the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty

[valyrianstorm]

Who: Daenerys Targaryen & Open
Broadcast: Yes.
Action: On the Wonderduck.
When: Evening.

[Sitting in one of the pilot seats, violet eyes bright as she maneuvers the controls with deft, small hands, Daenerys seems to be totally in her element. Flying awakens a whole new side to her - one hungry for adventure and freedom. How could she possibly be freer than when she is amongst the stars?]

I have been wondering...

Where does one go for strong drinks and pleasurable company? You cannot convince me all aboard the Fleet abstain from alcohol and sex.

[She leans back, then, tilting her head impishly.]

If that is a term we must fulfill, I can think of others I would rather take my place.

Comments

[valyrianstorm]

Is that what you call them?

[She is liking all these new terms! And, yes, a harem is more pleasing if the men are chosen wisely and well. She does need two more riders for her dragons.]

My schedule is equally free, it seems. Would tomorrow night suit you?

[torsion]

Well, you're not looking for a "soulmate" right"? Why settle just because it's not the be-all, end-all for you?

[ That's the spirit! Might be a little tricky while hanging out here, out in space, but there's no reason there's not a suitable partner in these parts. ]

Free as free can be. Would you prefer to meet on a ship rather than on the planet? Might be a little easier than spotting each other somewhere busy!

[valyrianstorm]

No, definitely not. There was only one man I would have considered my soulmate and he has passed on to a place I cannot reach.

[Match-maker, match-maker, make me a match!]

I can shuttle to your ship. I have been practicing my piloting skills.

[torsion]

I'm sorry. I wouldn't have mentioned it had I known.

Suppose I've got someone like that.

[ Matchmaker, matchmaker, clothesline the creeps! ]

Hm, really? That's impressive! I can pilot a chopper or jet, but this seems way out of my league!

[valyrianstorm]

I do not blame you on either account. He is better off, I think, and our son needs company.

Were you married?

[The missing lyric!]

I wouldn't know how to without my augment. I have ridden a dragon, but there was no controlling him.

[torsion]

Then I'm glad it's not a terrible thing, at least.

Never been.

[ Should've been. Could have. She's not sure, really. It's hard to say where they stand in the grey areas after the past three years. Before or even now, it's too complicated and it bothers her. She doesn't want feelings to be crossed just because of what happened and what she did. She doesn't want anything to change. ]

Oh, right! I've heard about that. Figure dragons don't have power-steering, either.

[valyrianstorm]

It is terrible, but I have to move forward. I cannot think of what has been lost.

You were close?

[Complications. Ah yes. Daenerys has too many of those romantically, politically...]

No. I can give him suggestions and I do control his fire, but if he stopped listening to me, I would be at his mercy.

[torsion]

Honestly, anyone can do that is always impressive in my book.

[ She couldn't and wouldn't if anything happened to Chris. The same way he'd fought against all odds even though she'd been officially killed in action. Years of fighting for her sake; if that isn't love, she doesn't know what is. ]

You know, I thought in text I could manage not being too transparent. It's "Valentine and Redfield" for a reason, there's no one closer to me than my partner.

Sounds incredibly dangerous. I take it the reward outweighs the risk? Camaraderie, too, I suppose. Like any partnership?

[valyrianstorm]

What choice do I have? The future holds all of my hope and dreams. The past is dead.

[No, that is love. Daenerys would have done the same for Drogo - is doing the same. They wanted to conquer the Iron Throne together and now she is doing it alone.]

Our situations are not dissimilar. You might not be transparent to another, but I understand.

He is a Dragon. No one can tame him or his brothers completely. They see me as a mother, so I must act in their best interests. As long as I do, they will not turn on me.

[torsion]

Sometimes people still live in the past, even knowing that. I don't necessarily think it's easier than facing reality.

[ She supposes that would be something they could relate on, then. Jill would do it all over again without hesitation, even with the knowledge of what happened. If it was her or him, it would always be him. ]

I suppose that's why you understand, then. I'm sorry that you might feel that way.

Sounds like that goes for any kind of mother in that case. Admittedly, the most I know about dragons are fiction (they aren't real where I come from)

[valyrianstorm]

It's not. Reality continues; it builds walls around us and if we do not pay it any mind, the walls will fall and crush us.

[Her reality is her Dragons. Her sons. Her men, her Fleet. She cannot look away - even when they suffer and die. She must see it all and understand it. Queens must carry horrific memories behind a cool mask and rule fairly no matter how the world rages around them.]

I am the one who is sorry. I believe women should stand together. If you need a friend, I am here.

My sons... There are three... Are the last.

[torsion]

That may be the most apt description I've heard of that sort of situation.

[ It rings true to the way she faced things for a while, sometimes still does. She builds her walls too high even now; trust is a rare, precious thing. But she tries. Some of it is still very new and raw, angry and bruised and exposed. Rage didn't help and she'd rather be angry than sad about it all. ]

I'm fine. When it comes down to it, my partner's waiting for me whenever I return. The sentiment, though, is appreciated. :)

That still leaves them, last or not.