prismatica | text | un: killerlegs

[ He shouldn't really care about any of this. She was forced to flee. Whatever. At least she could run. For sixteen years, that wasn't a luxury he was allowed. She was almost murdered. Big deal. He used to wake up every day wondering if this would be the day the beatings turned fatal until he finally murdered his oppressor. She lost her brothers. So what? Life sucks. No one is special.

He's done his fair share of killing. His hands aren't clean by any stretch of the imagination. But there are some things even he wouldn't lower himself to, and it's that which actually gives him pause. ]

and the ones who did it - you manage to give them what they had coming?

(She isn't looking for sympathy; she doesn't need it nor would she know what to do with it. The East and Westeros are harsh places, using the weak and attacking the strong until they have nothing else to give. She has been defeated; she has lost everything - or so she assumed.

Now she is here and Drogon is with her. So she is falling back on old habits, growling her intentions until they firmly take root. She can't allow herself to falter. She can't allow herself to think about Jon...Aegon.)

All but one. I promise you, I won't miss the opportunity should it arise.

[It's not sympathy - he's not even sure he's capable of it. Empathy, maybe. A bit of understanding. That's something he learned from someone not long ago, someone else who was raised by a shitty dad who only wanted to weaponize her. No one is special - but that includes him. Not all of his struggles were unique. He's not the only one with a core of bitterness and anger.

... It just kind of sucks that now he feels like he gets her a little bit, after all the shit-talking they were doing not long ago. The shit-talking is easy. He knows that. Empathy, that's a tricky thing.]

tell you what. i still think you've got a major stick up your ass, but if you kill the guy i'll buy a drink for taking out the trash.

(Snapping at others is easy for her and sometimes therapeutic. She has had at least one relationship that was at least partially built on pleasing arguments. There aren't many who see her softer side and after losing her life, she is even less inclined to reveal her weaknesses.)

Do you have someone like that too? I can set them on fire for you.

is that before or after you burn me like you promised?

real sweet of you to offer, but let's just say i took out my own trash. couple brats around here i could do without, but they're harmless. real goody-two-shoes types.

I might keep you alive. It depends on my mood.

What do they think they can accomplish? What are they trying to protect? Those with high morals can be as cruel as those without them.

i promise i feel very threatened.

beats me. honestly, i was only involved because the person i ended up fighting for got me out of a tight spot. now that i'm here instead of there, i couldn't care less about the war back home.

they're just... really annoying to listen to.

There isn't anything we can do from here. If you return, then you can make appropriate plans.

I can't. I wouldn't have much patience listening to anyone discussing tactics concerning Westeros.

so here's the part i don't get, right? you did your thing to get back at the people who screwed with you. take back that metal throne or whatever that you keep bringing up.

what's that got to do with here?

This is the only life I have. I'm trying to find some...connection.

you are who you are.

[That, too, he can understand.]

Who I was got me killed.

soooooooooo be a better you than you were before. get stronger.

~~What if I want a quiet life instead?~~ I have no other choice.

i mean, it's that or go soft. i'm not a big fan of the going soft option.

People who are soft don't tend to survive for long.

We should meet in person.

see, i keep thinking back to the whole "gonna kill you with my dragon" thing

and it makes me wonder if you've been trying to get me to lower my guard with all this chitchat

so what's your game, here?

My Dragon is little more than a hatchling in size. While he can breathe fire, it will be awhile before he is large enough to kill a man.

so you were full of it when you threatened me with him before?

fair play

if you want to make this a face to face thing that's fine, but don't expect me to kneel or anything.

Fine. I wasn't exactly expecting you to kneel.

Where are you? Or are you otherwise occupied?

my apartment. unless you'd rather meet somewhere public? i tooooootally won't judge if you're afraid of meeting me in private.

I'm not afraid. Give me directions and I will prove it.

[Insert directions here! He was tempted to lie and waste her time by sending her on a wild goose chase but he's too curious about how this is going to go down, so the directions are totally accurate.]

i'll even keep the door unlocked. just waltz on in whenever you're ready. don't keep a guy waiting ;)

(While that would infuriate her and cause her to revert back to "BURN HIM", this is probably more fun. She smirks at his last message and sets out, Drogon clinging to her shoulder. She doesn't - can't - go anywhere without him, but he is too small to make much of a fuss. When she reaches his door, she pets over Drogon's head to soothe him before trying the knob.)

Mercury?

[As promised, the door is unlocked - he's not really worried about someone else coming in uninvited, because frankly they'd be putting themselves in more danger than anyone else. He'll be lounging on one end of the couch in the apartment's living area when he hears the unfamiliar voice call out and, like the good host he is, doesn't move an inch from his spot, instead calling out from where he sits.]

Door's open. Come in if you dare.

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