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hadriel_logs2018-12-23 09:13 pm
northerndragon) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-12-23 09:13 pm
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The Wounded With The Wounder's Whip [CLOSED-ish, see note]
Who: Jon Snow & Daenerys Targaryen; Jon Snow & Lyanna Stark (although: please give me a nudge if you wanted Jon and your character to have a nasty argument during the CR swap event, or etc, and I'll add something for you or hit you up on the log!)
What: This bitter disagreement isn't like either of them, but it might clarify a few things going forward. Meanwhile, Jon's teenage mother has an opinion about what went down.
Where: At home!
When: Slightly backdated to the Your Best Enemy event.
Warnings: All Game of Thrones warnings always apply: extreme medieval violence not limited by age/gender/alignment, incest, rape, etc. These two are decent human beings who are in the middle of trying to work out their feelings for each other in the face of some heavy revelations, but the history of their canon has impacted them both as people, so potentially objectionable content is likely to be referenced in their tags. Also, Jon and Dany developed romantic feelings for each other in Hadriel... then found out that they're pretty closely related. Their mutual attachment likely isn't fully taboo in their canon, where such marriages have been used in the past to settle inheritance disputes, but it absolutely would be considered incestuous in our world today.
Jon has been growing more and more agitated over the last few days, an agitation that has one target in particular and that isn't helped by the poor conditions in the city. The first day, he simply avoids Daenerys, although the impulse to find her and tell her what he thinks of her is strong. The second day, he tries to banish his feelings by hunting, but that doesn't help much. The third day... well, he decides to find Daenerys instead of avoiding her.
"We need to talk," he says, abruptly. There's an unusual note in his voice -- coldness and contempt. It's not how he typically speaks to her, or to much of anyone, at all.
What: This bitter disagreement isn't like either of them, but it might clarify a few things going forward. Meanwhile, Jon's teenage mother has an opinion about what went down.
Where: At home!
When: Slightly backdated to the Your Best Enemy event.
Warnings: All Game of Thrones warnings always apply: extreme medieval violence not limited by age/gender/alignment, incest, rape, etc. These two are decent human beings who are in the middle of trying to work out their feelings for each other in the face of some heavy revelations, but the history of their canon has impacted them both as people, so potentially objectionable content is likely to be referenced in their tags. Also, Jon and Dany developed romantic feelings for each other in Hadriel... then found out that they're pretty closely related. Their mutual attachment likely isn't fully taboo in their canon, where such marriages have been used in the past to settle inheritance disputes, but it absolutely would be considered incestuous in our world today.
Jon has been growing more and more agitated over the last few days, an agitation that has one target in particular and that isn't helped by the poor conditions in the city. The first day, he simply avoids Daenerys, although the impulse to find her and tell her what he thinks of her is strong. The second day, he tries to banish his feelings by hunting, but that doesn't help much. The third day... well, he decides to find Daenerys instead of avoiding her.
"We need to talk," he says, abruptly. There's an unusual note in his voice -- coldness and contempt. It's not how he typically speaks to her, or to much of anyone, at all.
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"My pride? You think that all I have worked for has been for my pride?" It would sting in a terribly painful way, to hear that, if she weren't fueled by the gods' influence and a fiery rage. "You know nothing about me, though you claim to have feelings for me in spite of it. You are a fool."
Could he truly have tracked her down just to insult her? The idea is so wildly out of character for him, and so unbelievable, that she's caught between this rage and a stark confusion.
"Never ever claim to know what I am and what I think. I am not some fair maid that you can revenge yourself upon after your love has been spurned. I will not stand here and abide your insults."
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His gaze flicks down to her fists. A childish way for her to react, but he should expect that from her by now. Everything with these Targaryens is temper. He's glad that he was raised by the Starks; he wants no part in it. He longs to see Catelyn Stark now and make peace with her.
No chance of that, though.
"You'd fight me for that throne. You'd let thousands of men die if you could crawl to the top on their bodies. If not for pride, then why else? Don't lie to me: I see you clearly."
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Damn Rhaegar, and Lyanna, too. For telling him, at the very least. For starting all this.
"I will not allow you to sully the truth of what I have fought for for years. You're incapable of ruining something so precious to me." She approaches, staring hard up at him, wishing for all the world that she had more of a show of force in this moment, but knowing that her own bearing is all she has. "I have overcome dozens of small men, Jon Snow, and you are no greater than any of them. You may play at the hero and the savior, but it is my strength that you need to accomplish it. I see you clearly, and you are small."
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"You're right that I was a fool to show you that courtesy, Daenerys." A voice echoes in his mind... who is it? Lord Glover? Lord Royce of the Vale? You cannot trust a Targaryen -- and whoever it was, they were right, at least when it comes to Targaryens who grew up with the name. "I thought you deserved to know. I was wrong -- you deserve nothing from me. Not my love, not my support for your claim.
"Your small claim. All that's precious to you.
"Your blood is poison. I hate that I have any part of it."
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What she feels now is hate. Only hate. And that hatred calls for his blood.
"You will have no part of the Targaryen name, then," she hisses. "If ever I find out the truth of your birth in Westeros, you will be relieved of the name."
Of your life. Dany is aware, now, of the dagger she keeps at her side, of the one meant to keep her safe, to fight off anything that means her harm. Enemy. Traitor. Danger. Her heart is drowning in a sea of black and red.
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That must be why he hasn't drawn it yet, despite the twisting of his stomach and the way he's nearly vibrating with anger and loathing.
He lets out a single bitter laugh at the words she spits at him.
"That's your way, isn't it? Threaten people with your dragons when you're afraid someone might be better than you." Because that is, he assumes, the implication: the dragons will come down on him, on the North. "Can you do much without them? There's a reason your family lost the throne. None more arrogant or dangerous."
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These imaginary events fuel the fire.
"I said nothing of my dragons," she spits back, teeth bared a bit. "I could order it of any one of those who followed me to Dragonstone. They would do it themselves, if they could see the threat that you pose to us. I don't need dragons to take the throne or to deal with you or to eliminate the threat from beyond the wall that you let pass into the Seven Kingdoms."
She won't argue against the arrogant and dangerous nature of Targaryens. Any given relative will prove him right. Still, she has to hold tight within herself that she has risen above them, that she has the people that she has saved and will save at heart.
(Even so, their faces are muddied, in this moment. There is no soft fondness for the children of Mereen. There is only a blinding anger, a murderous lust for the blood of the man in front of her.)
She realizes that the dagger is in her hand and isn't sure how long it's been since she withdrew it.
"Test me and see what I can do 'without them.'"
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Can you do anything for yourself, my lady? Or is she even a lady? What is the daughter of a man who was tossed off of a throne for murderous ineptitude?
He glances down at her drawn dagger, still feet away, and his burning anger is covered with a mask of chilly contempt.
"Every man who's ever come at me with a knife is dead now. Even if I didn't cut your throat or put my sword through your face, I'd still break your wrist: you'd be like to lose your hand, if you were lucky. And if you somehow managed to hurt me, you'd still have my mother and my sister and their friends to deal with.
"If you try to make the North suffer, you'll suffer too, in the end. The wights will come for you as sure as for anyone else."
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Perhaps they could imagine Daenerys committing an act like that, if they look deep within themselves to all the things they've ever heard about the Targaryens. To imagine the honorable hero from the North striking her down would be much more complicated a thing.
"You can't tell me that my dragons and my forces are the only hope for defeating those monsters and then claim that they will end me. With or without whatever it is that you have to offer, I will defeat the wights and the Night King. I will put an end to Cersei Lannister and her allies. If you still remain after that, then I will deal with you, too."
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At an ordinary time, if his mind weren't so overtaken, he might put two and two together: which god is here?
"I tell you that no one has any hope of defeating them if we don't work together. But it doesn't matter to you. You can't be trusted as an ally, and you can't defeat the Night King on your own. So you'll have your throne until he comes to take it from you with all the men -- and women, and children -- you killed to get it. You'll die one way or another. Everything you've ever done will be ashes and the dead."
They're beginning to go in circles now. And he's still furious with her, but it's beginning to feel like a waste of time unless he does want to kill her, which he doesn't. It's exactly because of the nobility she mocks that he comes to his next decision.
"I'm leaving." Where he's going, he doesn't know... maybe to try to find a drink somewhere.
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"You can't intimidate me with your stories. I believe what I saw, what you showed me against my will, but I have confidence in my own strength and in the strength of my allies. If the army of the dead gains power like you describe, it will be because you failed to defeat it when you had the chance."
The argument might have lasted forever if he hadn't said anything. It feels like he's fleeing, and so she bares her teeth again in a furious expression.
"Go, then. Find a dark corner and brood in it. You'll see no more of me, not anywhere I might be at risk to catch sight of you."
She doesn't plan to hear any more of what he has to say, either. Dany turns and makes for the house, already planning a trip with an undefined return.