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daenerys targaryen ([personal profile] dragonwarder) wrote2018-06-10 08:33 pm

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[personal profile] northerndragon 2020-04-22 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[When she arrives, she’ll find him behind the bar. It’s not very crowded; more experienced bartenders will show up when the crowds do. Jon’s black sleeves are rolled to nearly the elbow, exposing lean, tightly-muscled forearms.

This work is honest work, but it’s a dreary task. It makes him feel like a boy again. Not youthful, only immature and powerless.

He raises his hand in a little gesture of greeting: a wiggle of his fingers, nearly a wave, and then tilts his head to indicate a seat at the bar in front of him.]


It doesn’t taste like the wine I know. But it will serve.

[He has yet to pour any.]
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[personal profile] northerndragon 2020-04-22 09:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Women in this world wear breeches, if they wish it. It’s a little strange to him, but he approves. Why shouldn’t they? Anything that might befall a man might befall a woman.]

The colors of your house.

[He looks more like a man of the Night’s Watch today than anyone with any allegiance to House Stark. Clothing here isn’t cheap, but it is probably cheaper than anything he’s ever worn at home, and possible to find secondhand, though locating a few shops had taken him a while.]

So we have one that is only a little like summerwine, and another that is only a little like a Dornish red.

[He is apologetic about this. But which does she want?]
northerndragon: (nobody did)

[personal profile] northerndragon 2020-04-25 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
[When she had prepared a meal for him, it had been light, on the sweet side, not spicy or sour. He settles on a pale wine, the one more like summerwine. And, in its way, more like the Northern mead he’s used to.

He pours it out and sets it in front of her.]


At least I know what wine is. I have more trouble when there’s a lot of custom in the place. I’d never heard of half the things these people want to drink.

I was angry, when I was a boy. When I was given my place in the Watch and they made me a steward — sweeping floors and pouring wine. I’d wanted to be a ranger, fighting to protect the Kingdoms. But if had not been a steward for a year or two, I wouldn’t know what to do in this city. It would be harder to find work as a guard than it was to find work here.

[All of this, he tells her to explain his work: why it is easy and why it is not. The last reason why it is not, because he has grown used to having command, goes without saying.]
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[personal profile] northerndragon 2020-04-25 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
[He nods at the praise, smiles slightly, looks down, looks back up.

He has never been truly good at making conversation.]


We know how to lead, but we don’t have the chance. And we wouldn’t know what we need to know to do it. I knew — I know — all my men as much as I can. The ones I don’t know, I try to learn about. But here, I hardly know the next street.

If you could choose any work here, what would it be? Not the simple things they set us to.

[Anything.]
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[personal profile] northerndragon 2020-04-25 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Nothing can recapture what either of them was doing before being unceremoniously deposited in this city glowing like the eyes of the dead, but losing his position, not being the leader of anything, makes it harder to aid people. He is not sure that much he’s done here since he’s arrived has really helped anyone, apart from a few other new arrivals.

The way her smile recedes makes him regret his words a little — of course nothing is the same as taking cities, ruling them, having three dragons and a strong claim to the Iron Throne — but he listens to her, answers her question.]


The strange ones, with golden eyes?

[He remembers the disquieting feeling that they were watching him.]

northerndragon: the terrible things that happened to you didn't make you. you always were. (i am who i am - animated)

[personal profile] northerndragon 2020-04-25 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
[He listens closely. As long as he’s not weighted with cares or listening to someone who’s talking useless nonsense, he has always been a good listener, sometimes even able to glean what people aren’t saying. Sometimes not.]

Do your — the other creatures you’ve spent more time with, do they help you underst—

Wait, they’ve only just come? [That makes him frown.] How long? What do your new friends say about it?
northerndragon: (break the silence)

[personal profile] northerndragon 2020-04-25 10:34 am (UTC)(link)
[He’s silent for a moment, visibly thoughtful, pondering the implications of what she’s saying.]

Who are they? People with something to hide, or —

What sort of sickness?
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[personal profile] northerndragon 2020-04-25 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
[He looks both more interested and more perturbed, standing across from her with his hands laid flat on the wood of the bar.]

I could kill a man as soon as look at him, if someone made me angry like that here. Wouldn’t need a sword to do it.

[That may be a slight exaggeration, but there are times here when he’s much stronger than he should be, and if he were to become reckless then, it would be easy for him to do serious harm to another person, whether or not they were the sort that needed to be harmed.]

Some of us, you, were taken, back before we opened the gates. If someone made us sick like that —

[He shakes his head, a little disgusted at the implications. The Displaced could be used to someone else’s ends, or they could be made to look like a threat that they might not otherwise represent.]

How many people know this?
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