Danielle Drake ♨ Daenerys Targaryen (bendtheknee) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2019-04-30 22:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, * terri, c: danielle drake |
WHO: Danielle Drake
WHEN: Backdated, Sunday April 28th, after 10:30pm.
WHERE: Dunhaven neighborhoods
SUMMARY: Danielle reflects on the latest episode of GOT.
WARNINGS: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 3 OF GOT. Also, feels.
PROMPT: Throne
Though she knew that there was whiskey and camaraderie and she should stay, Danielle hadn’t been able to make herself stay at Max’s after the episode had ended. She had caught him quietly, just long enough to tell him that she needed some air. He’d promised to wait for her, but she didn’t know how long it would take her to gather her own thoughts. As it was, she felt like she was splitting at the seams. She remembered it all. The presumable and unseen decimation of the Dothraki...of her people. The rapid, breath-stealing flight, unable to see where she was going. Viserion...her beautiful dragon - her child - transformed into an undead beast that would kill her. The Night King that could not be burned. The Night Walkers that attacked Drogon in a horde that led to her being unseated...landing her in her most desperate hour. Then, there was Jorah. He had fought valiantly...bravely. He had been her most loyal and trusted companion, even after all that he had done. He had proven himself and returned to her through near impossible circumstances only for it to come to this. As Danielle walked down those quiet Dunhaven streets she could still smell smoke and fire and the metallic tang of blood. She clenched her hands, but they felt slick with blood, though there was none to be seen. Tears stung at her eyes, her throat burning. She had told Kiera that she didn’t believe she could bear any more loss, and yet here she was. It had almost been easier to bear Viserion’s death before tonight. Though Danielle had seen what had become of him, Daenerys hadn’t yet felt that burden. She did now, and the pain of it coursed through her veins like ice. Somehow, she had not let herself imagine the deaths of those closest to her. Though she knew in both lifetimes that further losses were likely inevitable, it had not made it any easier to bear when the time came. Nothing could prepare you for the loss of any loved one, let alone someone so integral to your life. Jorah had been there since the beginning...when she was a young, inexperienced princess with no throne. He had been one of her few friends and supporters, and had seen her transform into someone worth following. The things that had broken her and rebuilt her into that Queen were not easy to bear either, but she’d had him to help her through it. Her heart ached in her chest, and Danielle realized that tears had begun running down her cheeks. How did you even properly mourn someone you had never known? Someone who, in another life, had saved you ten times over...and had seen the best in you when no one else had? There had been so much suffering in both lifetimes. She had no choice other than to move forward, but how? Was it even worth it? Was the throne worth all of this? Danielle was trying desperately to be strong for Max, too. Perhaps he didn’t need her to be, but weakness was not something that was easy for her to show. No, she thought, as those tears streaked her cheeks, more Daenerys than Danielle in that moment. That vulnerability...that was reserved for the dead and the darkness of night. |