[ In the weeks that passed since Éowyn and Daario had returned to Edoras - both injured but whole; and both irrevocably changed by the full events of that night and following morning; he's spent the majority of his time burying his focus into the various tasks required of him to prove that he would be worthy of joining the ranks of the other riders of the Mark. Granted, his successful rescue of Éowyn did about half of the work for him, considering their gratitude; but that didn't mean he did not also have to prove his worth as a fighter and a skilled rider.
It was a task swiftly accomplished, given his lifetime of experience when it came to fighting and survival. And soon the days passed by with him being given different duties; joining the rest of the soldiers on their patrols, slaying parties of Orcs that wandered too close to their territories.
It was good, exhausting work; enough to occupy his mind and his restless body during the hours when the sun was in the sky; after nightfall however, was another story entirely. Plagued by dreams of their stolen moment together, Daario sometimes got very little sleep - if any at all. At night, there was nothing to distract himself from the memory of her - her body, the intensity of her kiss, the sounds she made when he'd managed to coax out her pleasure; and her lips against his skin - her touch invaded his thoughts as if she'd placed a spell on him. Though he knew he hadn't.
He was just a man who wanted what he couldn't have. And even as the ache for her seemed to grow in intensity every day that passed; he could never bring himself to consider leaving. It wasn't in his nature - stubborn as he was.
The few interactions they did have were polite, civil; and completely lacking in anything of substance. His gaze followed her when he knew no one else would see him looking; but as far as he could tell, she'd been successful in shutting him out.
After a day spent helping train a new horse for the rigors of battle, Daario leads the mare back toward the stables; feeling the ache in his muscles and focusing on that - it was far more preferable than the ever present ache in his heart; one for which he had no solution, and there could be no comfort to be given. He stops somewhat abruptly at the entrance of the stables, catching sight of Éowyn tending to one of the horses. ]
I didn't expect you'd be here at this hour.
[ It's all he can manage, though the words feel like they hold a far greater weight; just based on the tone he speaks with - surprise, softness, and the yearning that is echoed in his gaze. He leads his his into it's stable and closes the gate; taking a few steps toward Éowyn. He leaves a bit of a distance between them initially; unaware of how welcome she will find his presence at the moment. ]
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Date: 2023-05-05 12:16 am (UTC)It was a task swiftly accomplished, given his lifetime of experience when it came to fighting and survival. And soon the days passed by with him being given different duties; joining the rest of the soldiers on their patrols, slaying parties of Orcs that wandered too close to their territories.
It was good, exhausting work; enough to occupy his mind and his restless body during the hours when the sun was in the sky; after nightfall however, was another story entirely. Plagued by dreams of their stolen moment together, Daario sometimes got very little sleep - if any at all. At night, there was nothing to distract himself from the memory of her - her body, the intensity of her kiss, the sounds she made when he'd managed to coax out her pleasure; and her lips against his skin - her touch invaded his thoughts as if she'd placed a spell on him. Though he knew he hadn't.
He was just a man who wanted what he couldn't have. And even as the ache for her seemed to grow in intensity every day that passed; he could never bring himself to consider leaving. It wasn't in his nature - stubborn as he was.
The few interactions they did have were polite, civil; and completely lacking in anything of substance. His gaze followed her when he knew no one else would see him looking; but as far as he could tell, she'd been successful in shutting him out.
After a day spent helping train a new horse for the rigors of battle, Daario leads the mare back toward the stables; feeling the ache in his muscles and focusing on that - it was far more preferable than the ever present ache in his heart; one for which he had no solution, and there could be no comfort to be given. He stops somewhat abruptly at the entrance of the stables, catching sight of Éowyn tending to one of the horses. ]
I didn't expect you'd be here at this hour.
[ It's all he can manage, though the words feel like they hold a far greater weight; just based on the tone he speaks with - surprise, softness, and the yearning that is echoed in his gaze. He leads his his into it's stable and closes the gate; taking a few steps toward Éowyn. He leaves a bit of a distance between them initially; unaware of how welcome she will find his presence at the moment. ]