[ This is the first time they've been alone together in weeks. And it's felt like much longer than that. Daario has never been a man of great or noble restraint; and that is evidenced by the way he takes a few steps closer to her almost the moment her eyes meet his. But he stops himself, one hand making a fist, blunt fingernails curling into his palm sharply enough to distract him - to remind him to stay where he is. To not take her into his arms. That minor bit of pain is nothing compared to the pain he feels in having to keep this distance from her.
It's a physical pain, like his nerves are frayed from the effort of it - of holding back all these weeks; all the things he's wanted to say to her; the times he's nearly gone to seek her out, the thoughts of slipping quietly into her chambers after night has fallen - he knows how to do so without being seen. But he won't. After the way things had ended between them the last time they were alone together; he doesn't think she'd want that. And there was always the risk involved, yes, but Daario's entire life had been filled with risk - he'd learned to navigate it with relative adeptness; and it was because of that that he wasn't deterred when he should be, by the risk being with her presented.
There are a variety of responses he could give when she speaks. Ultimately, he goes with the one that might keep her here a moment more - prevent her from immediately fleeing his presence. ]
Why didn't it work?
[ He asks softly. If riding could clear his head, that's all he would be doing; from sun up to sun down. That's what he did most days and still it did little to keep this thoughts from constantly straying to her. It would be easier, he knows; if he didn't see her each day at a distance. But the thought of leaving and never seeing her again was more unbearable. Either way, he couldn't have her. At least if he remained, he could see that she was alright. Protect her at a distance, should the need ever arise.
He saw the way Wormtongue looked at her. Knew the King's health was failing rapidly each day. There were many problems which needed solving and they should not all fall to her. If she would let him help, he would in a heart beat.
But perhaps after their tryst, she would not allow herself to even confide in him; to consider him a friend - someone who had her back, at the very least; who would support her with the burdens she carried. Perhaps he'd ruined all of that the moment he'd kissed her, pulled her into his lap; gave into the desire to be with her in whatever way he could. ]
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Date: 2023-05-05 03:59 am (UTC)It's a physical pain, like his nerves are frayed from the effort of it - of holding back all these weeks; all the things he's wanted to say to her; the times he's nearly gone to seek her out, the thoughts of slipping quietly into her chambers after night has fallen - he knows how to do so without being seen. But he won't. After the way things had ended between them the last time they were alone together; he doesn't think she'd want that. And there was always the risk involved, yes, but Daario's entire life had been filled with risk - he'd learned to navigate it with relative adeptness; and it was because of that that he wasn't deterred when he should be, by the risk being with her presented.
There are a variety of responses he could give when she speaks. Ultimately, he goes with the one that might keep her here a moment more - prevent her from immediately fleeing his presence. ]
Why didn't it work?
[ He asks softly. If riding could clear his head, that's all he would be doing; from sun up to sun down. That's what he did most days and still it did little to keep this thoughts from constantly straying to her. It would be easier, he knows; if he didn't see her each day at a distance. But the thought of leaving and never seeing her again was more unbearable. Either way, he couldn't have her. At least if he remained, he could see that she was alright. Protect her at a distance, should the need ever arise.
He saw the way Wormtongue looked at her. Knew the King's health was failing rapidly each day. There were many problems which needed solving and they should not all fall to her. If she would let him help, he would in a heart beat.
But perhaps after their tryst, she would not allow herself to even confide in him; to consider him a friend - someone who had her back, at the very least; who would support her with the burdens she carried. Perhaps he'd ruined all of that the moment he'd kissed her, pulled her into his lap; gave into the desire to be with her in whatever way he could. ]