[ He comes, he helps, and he's left tired after the fact. She's exhausted as well, though for an entirely different reason. Infiltrating the broadcasting station with John Constantine was a trial in and of itself. How else could they have managed to speak so strongly in favor of the high queen? Ah, but rushing off to find Jon, fretting upon seeing the extent to the damage done...
She smoothes her hand along Chiron's mane of chestnut colored hair. Their current place of residence is nothing impressive, but it is private for the time. Irriella stands watch somewhere in the periphery, no doubt watching over the three magical beings hidden away.
It's not for some time, as she watches over the two of them, that she lightly prods the link shared between she and Chiron. A gentle little thing, to see whether he's awake. ]
[It has been a day. It has been a week. It has been a mission, and Chiron can only pray that this is the end of it all. Far too much has happened, and there needs to be at least a day of rest.
There is no way that COST will return for another moth to wait before starting another mission. He's sure of that, not with the Commander dead. It would be time to mobilize, move forward, all of it. The only thing he wants to do before they depart again is check in with himself. This death may be inevitable, but that does not mean that grief is a stranger.
For now though, rest is easier. Chiron's not quite sure how medical care went to being flopped over in horse form, using his own Master as a pillow, but it is something he does not mind either. It's reassuring to even have a familiar set of hands going through his hair (the near brush in the arena confirmed that there were no physical boundaries to be had between the two anymore). Relaxing.
[ She finds it relaxing, as well. A comfort, really, to carefully comb her fingers through his hair. It's a repeated motion now, undisturbed by knots, and one well earned. And it all speaks to the amount of time they've spent in this position; first she'd started from the tips and untangled his hair, higher and higher, patient and focused on banishing the signs of battle and stress. ]
Thank you for helping him. [ Her fingers don't still, just continue to toy with his hair while he rests. ] He's not my blood, but he's the closest to family I'll ever have.
That obvious? And your hair's hardly any nest. We should braid it, so it doesn't become as tangled in battle.
[ She quietly snorts, her lips tilting in the start of a smile. The silence which follows is almost tentative. Not quite cautious, but something threaded with a newness. ]
I suppose it doesn't help to have one of us announcing the other's our intended.
[ She sounds neither regretful, nor upset in any way from him pointing this out. It really is a fact. Subtlety had failed them after the completion of information extraction as well with the PASIV.
He's shifting soon enough, and she's tilting her head to look down at him, catching that smile as she does. It tugs her own forth. ]
Kebechet reminded me of that earlier. She hadn't said anything, but when she took the six of us, the illusions she spun had to do with my father.
[All of this did make Chiron wonder of his other self's own family, and what might come of this war being over and reunion being a possibility. He wanted that sort of thing for himself again.]
[ Absently, she begins gathering a section of his hair, dividing it into thirds. ]
We were walking in the Great Grass Sea, it's the land that the Dothraki roam. Pleasantries ended soon enough and a hand rose from the ground and pulled me into the ground, taking me into a fiery pit where my father sat.
He spoke of me as his daughter, but he also called me weak like my eldest brother, Rhaegar. Rhaegar was loved by the smallfolk while my family ruled. Viserys...
[ She frowns, now. Shakes her head. ]
He was the middle child, and survived the rebellion. He raised me.
[Chiron is still as Dany speaks. This is the sort of conversation that comes with built upon trust, and a willingness not to poke and prod for information. It is earned, as earned as physical touch in this moment.]
Mm, the exact opposite of something you'd ever want to hear. Especially given all you have told me of your place, time, and leadership approaches.
[The way she mentions her other brother though, Chiron doesn't wish to prod too much.]
All a lie, for the weak ones were my father and Viserys.
[ The corner of her mouth tilts up in amusement, and she's pausing in the plait she's unhurriedly weaving by looking over at Jon. No changes, none she expects, so she resumes her task. ]
Complicated... mn, no, that would be more appropriate for describing this mission. My brother was my brother once. He raised me, but something in him changed the longer we remained in exile. He was a proud boy, you know, so full of that fire one would expect of a royal boy with nothing to tame his aspirations or beliefs.
He sold me to my husband, Drogo. Told me he would let the entire khalasar rape me if it meant he could reclaim his throne.
[Chiron knows very well that there's no appropriate way to react to what she's just said. Of course, he's more sympathetic to these things than others might be, given how his own conception occurred. So he is silent for a moment before saying:]
While I am glad to know the person you are today, your brother was an ass.
[ That earns him a throaty chuckle, and a sweet smile. ]
He was terrible, far more than he was good by the end. But sometimes I remember the boy who cared for me, and who would let me crawl into bed with him whilst he told me stories of our ancestors.
[ Silence. Stillness. It lasts for a miniature eternity, one where she weighs risk and benefit, considering--actually considering--what she might do if her brother did come back. ]
It... depends on what he last memory is, I suppose. He'll be in a frightful mood if it's anything leading to his death. Restrain him, most likely, before he causes harm to himself or one of ours. Keep him from doing something stupid.
I struck him once. He was still a boy in so many ways. Too stupid and arrogant to realize his madness.
Understood. I'll be as gentle as any met resistance allows for.
[Which is to say there won't be any stomping. But Chiron shifts a little, one long horsey leg splaying out. It's ridiculous looking, but then again, so's this entire scene.]
I leave it to your good judgment to handle him as best you see, be it gentle or rough.
[ The diplomatic way of saying 'I still love my brother, kind of, but he deserves to get his ass kicked.' There's the faint traces of amusement, and she's eyeing his horsey leg. ]
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She smoothes her hand along Chiron's mane of chestnut colored hair. Their current place of residence is nothing impressive, but it is private for the time. Irriella stands watch somewhere in the periphery, no doubt watching over the three magical beings hidden away.
It's not for some time, as she watches over the two of them, that she lightly prods the link shared between she and Chiron. A gentle little thing, to see whether he's awake. ]
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There is no way that COST will return for another moth to wait before starting another mission. He's sure of that, not with the Commander dead. It would be time to mobilize, move forward, all of it. The only thing he wants to do before they depart again is check in with himself. This death may be inevitable, but that does not mean that grief is a stranger.
For now though, rest is easier. Chiron's not quite sure how medical care went to being flopped over in horse form, using his own Master as a pillow, but it is something he does not mind either. It's reassuring to even have a familiar set of hands going through his hair (the near brush in the arena confirmed that there were no physical boundaries to be had between the two anymore). Relaxing.
At the prod, he stirs, but only slightly.]
Hm?
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Thank you for helping him. [ Her fingers don't still, just continue to toy with his hair while he rests. ] He's not my blood, but he's the closest to family I'll ever have.
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[There's a near chuckle embedded in his voice, all warmth that he just can't physically project right now.]
Thank you for dealing with my rat's nest of a mane.
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[ She quietly snorts, her lips tilting in the start of a smile. The silence which follows is almost tentative. Not quite cautious, but something threaded with a newness. ]
You are, as well.
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[He's simply stating a true fact. And while Chiron would love to respond to the braiding comment, the other words blindside him for a beat.
But only for that one split second. He shifts slightly so that Dany can see the small, calm, genuinely content smile on his face.]
Thank you. That means the world.
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[ She sounds neither regretful, nor upset in any way from him pointing this out. It really is a fact. Subtlety had failed them after the completion of information extraction as well with the PASIV.
He's shifting soon enough, and she's tilting her head to look down at him, catching that smile as she does. It tugs her own forth. ]
Kebechet reminded me of that earlier. She hadn't said anything, but when she took the six of us, the illusions she spun had to do with my father.
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[All of this did make Chiron wonder of his other self's own family, and what might come of this war being over and reunion being a possibility. He wanted that sort of thing for himself again.]
...How badly did she twist things?
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[ Absently, she begins gathering a section of his hair, dividing it into thirds. ]
We were walking in the Great Grass Sea, it's the land that the Dothraki roam. Pleasantries ended soon enough and a hand rose from the ground and pulled me into the ground, taking me into a fiery pit where my father sat.
He spoke of me as his daughter, but he also called me weak like my eldest brother, Rhaegar. Rhaegar was loved by the smallfolk while my family ruled. Viserys...
[ She frowns, now. Shakes her head. ]
He was the middle child, and survived the rebellion. He raised me.
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Mm, the exact opposite of something you'd ever want to hear. Especially given all you have told me of your place, time, and leadership approaches.
[The way she mentions her other brother though, Chiron doesn't wish to prod too much.]
A complicated relationship, I'll presume.
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[ The corner of her mouth tilts up in amusement, and she's pausing in the plait she's unhurriedly weaving by looking over at Jon. No changes, none she expects, so she resumes her task. ]
Complicated... mn, no, that would be more appropriate for describing this mission. My brother was my brother once. He raised me, but something in him changed the longer we remained in exile. He was a proud boy, you know, so full of that fire one would expect of a royal boy with nothing to tame his aspirations or beliefs.
He sold me to my husband, Drogo. Told me he would let the entire khalasar rape me if it meant he could reclaim his throne.
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While I am glad to know the person you are today, your brother was an ass.
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He was terrible, far more than he was good by the end. But sometimes I remember the boy who cared for me, and who would let me crawl into bed with him whilst he told me stories of our ancestors.
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[ The way he speaks suggests he might. ]
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If he were to appear, suddenly, what would you have me do?
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Viserys? I doubt he will. My husband killed him; he's little to offer COST.
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[There's no actual comedy to be had, but Chiron wants an honest answer.]
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It... depends on what he last memory is, I suppose. He'll be in a frightful mood if it's anything leading to his death. Restrain him, most likely, before he causes harm to himself or one of ours. Keep him from doing something stupid.
I struck him once. He was still a boy in so many ways. Too stupid and arrogant to realize his madness.
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[Which is to say there won't be any stomping. But Chiron shifts a little, one long horsey leg splaying out. It's ridiculous looking, but then again, so's this entire scene.]
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[ The diplomatic way of saying 'I still love my brother, kind of, but he deserves to get his ass kicked.' There's the faint traces of amusement, and she's eyeing his horsey leg. ]
May I ask a personal question of you?
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[He doesn't want to manhandle unless he's gotta.]
Of course. Please, go ahead.
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[ There may very well be some manhandling ]
Is it strange being half man and horse?
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