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

[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.