Erik Lehnsherr (erikleh) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2020-09-29 02:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | daenerys targaryen, erik lehnsherr |
Four degrees off the ground I am lost, forgive me.
Who: erik & daenerys
Where: their room
When: current
What: talks
Status: ongoing
Warnings: none
Erik's done his best to help Daenerys care for her, like, eggs-still super weird, but it's difficult to faze him and he's said nothing to indicate that he finds it bizarre in any way. Since arriving here he's seen much stranger, and in the grand scheme of things-it's life, and that's always worth celebrating. They're in the laundry basket decorated with blankets and other trinkets he suspects is intended to keep them comfortable. Ordinarily his routine involved waking up, checking them, clearing up any clutter that's accumulated over the past day, and heading to the bathroom to freshen up and shave. He's on his way to do so when something stops him, and he pauses over the sink, door still ajar as Daenerys awakens. On the sink, there's a small necklace, made from an old coin with a hole punched out of the top, looped through a sturdy leather string. He lifts it from the porcelain, chest rising with a deep inhale and he presses it against his chest, curled in his fist. When the door opens behind him to reveal Daenerys, he startles a bit, an unusual reaction from him-but only momentarily. He gives her a brief smile (also unusual, the man isn't exactly expressive) and loops it over his neck, tucking it under his shirt for safekeeping. She'd seen it before-during their time in Wonderland, a hallucination along with some of his other things that had vanished once the hotel returned to its island-status, leaving Erik with almost nothing other than the crisp laundry he'd started with. But this one thing appears to have returned to him, real and sturdy. |