THREE HEADED BEAST.

A BLOODBATH .  FOG OF WAR  grazing over fields which had once before been shimmering emeralds ,  full with life on the hill filled with nature’s love–––––  NOW    ,   ASHES RAINED from the skies  ,    a  grey merciless bringer of destruction and death  ,   omen of ill-willed fate that had been brought over them .  silence was all they were left with  ,  screams of agony having dissolved  ,  quietly did flames continue to burn  ,   smoke had filled the entire plateau they had just been trapped in as Drogon’s nostrils flared ,  big taken breaths coming from the beast who eyed the field calmly until––––  he rose slightly ,  wings stretched before they cut through the air  ,  sent the fog twirling and the smoke lifting through the heavy force of swiftness that pushed the air .  it had all burned down  ,   everything covered in grey dust  ,  leftover burned bodies  ,  piles of ashes that used to form something human . the veil lifting itself did allow shapes of a shadow to be seen in its midsts ,  becoming clearer with any passing second until it became obvious  ;  daenerys stood on her feet ,  proud and yet did worry paint a frown on her face as she tried to see through the smog  .  slowly did dainty steps come forth ,  her clothes had almost completely burned down as feet and legs became covered in grey  ;   FINALLY   ,   finally did narrowed eyes spot the assassin, next to her beloved child who patiently had waited for daenerys to appear out of the flames she had gotten caught in as the small battle had reached it’s climax .  her hair ,  untouched from the flames curled in the soft breeze that continued on  ,  as if nothing had happened  ,  no blood shed  , no scarred ground touched .   though  ,  the young female had to admit  ;  the sight in front of her seemed like a utmost rare one  ,   continuing to listen to the mocking and teasing from the assassin only for him to now SEE for himself  ,  her child in all its beauty  ,  INCHES away from him .  drogon must have given something like a soft snarl as a greeting  ,  more resembling a too powerful purr as she approached both  , stopping before the dragon to let her hand reach over the scales ,  softly stroke as head stayed turned towards malik .     “   you look TIRED  .   i am sorry i couldn’t help you  ,  truly  ,  i have started to feel guilty for all this now .  “    and purple eyes did look upset  as they eyed  messy , bloody clothes of other  ,  the robe that used to be purely white looked almost assaulted now .  she wanted to give some comfort  ,   but felt like her words didn’t do it justice––– somehow stuck in the hesitation as her hand falls back to her side , eyeing drogo who watched both of them  ,  sniffing the air .   daenerys’ head lowers as she examines the ground ,  astonished by the sheer force of destruction that has been left by them  ,   a soft heart feeling the ache of violence used––– she would  NEVER GET USED TO IT .    “  this will make me look and sound like a fool  but----  i  still  was  really  scared  about you .   i can’t let anyone die because of me  .   assassin or not  .  “   for a moment ,  her feet continued to play with the ashes which covered the grass underneath  ,  some of it still intact  , simply just buried underneath the layer of grey fine particles . she almost dared not to look into the other’s eyes  ,  scared of what she might find hiding between brown hues  ,   disappointment perhaps  ,  annoyance  or  perhaps just a different kind of negative emotion flickering  ?   it would only make her more uncomfortable  ,  considering the position she found herself in  ,  a foreign land with foreign people she knew nothing about  .   “  i hope you are alright  , though .  “  she murmurs  ,  small pout on her lips . 

Making heads or tails of the words coming out of her mouth is difficult enough, but then she goes on to ask him a question that causes Hunny to hesitate. It’s clear in the way that he pauses that he has to think about, dark brown eyes flitting over her features, drinking her in not for the first time tonight. He studies her differently this time, though, in the shadowed half-light of where they stand, and he considers what she’s suggesting with an open mind. Now that he thinks of it, there is a spark of familiarity here that he can’t quite place, and his lips part slightly around a deep breath whilst he wracks his brain to place her somewhere. Maybe it’s just some sort of placebo, but he’s pretty sure they have met, at one point or another. In another life, perhaps, or a different time. It feels strange, like tingling over his skin, and shivers crawling up his spine.

Lifting one of his hands, Kihun catches Daenerys’, the one that she had taken off of his chest. He gives it a squeeze, and with it he offers her a reassuring smile as well. There’s not a lot he can do for her in terms of making her more comfortable, but hopefully his demeanor and the way he accepts everything for what it is helps. “I think we have, yes.” When Hunny speaks, it’s soft, and he presses her hand to his chest again in a comforting manner. Then he dials for their ride, speaking quickly into his phone, and maintains eye contact with her for as long as she allows him to through it. It’s a bit intimate, but he figures the circumstances call for it, and he continues to wrack his brain for evidence on how he knows her. It comes up without result, and yet that feeling of acute familiarity continues to remain.

“I’ve called for a taxi. I’m going to get you home, okay? And we can figure out how we know each other in the morning. Is your phone on you?” Hunny asks that for a reason, and slowly he allows his hand to slow down over her wrist, and then her forearm. He’s still looking at her just as intently as he has been the entire time, and he loops his fingers lightly around her arm and leads her towards the front exit. The cool air outside might help to make her a bit more alert, and he supports her as they go, ensuring she’ll remain steady and on her feet. “If you want that.”

Dany almost started to feel guilty for her drunken rambling, it was not a simple question that she should have thrown at a stranger like that. But how could she hide her curiosity, the familiar aura lingering in a man that she had never seen in her life but yet remembered as if out of a gloomy dream. She can see the way he pauses to think about what she had just asked and even though there is no reason for Dany to feel embarrassed, she can’t help but admire him for his open-minded soul. As Hunny catches her small hand with his, Dany can’t help but smile at him, eyebrows furrowed, half in sorrow and half in awe; she wanted to turn her head away, she wanted to SNAP OUT OF IT–– whatever that had caught her, spinning her in a web. Upon hearing his voice speak, her heart seems to jump, humming in excitement, caged in her chest and making her gasp for air. With a deep breath, Dany smiles, even though her eyes seem to betray her, gaze fixed on his sparkling warm eyes, that seemed to change colour whenever the light broke colours; to a deep golden whiskey–– she sweared that she could taste its smoky flavour whenever she would close her eyes, or was it her drunk mind messing with her?

Even though the voices still seem muffled and muted from the music pouring in, it seemed like she could hear his voice crystal clear while he was talking on the phone, filtered and impossible to loose again, she doesn’t know why but she clings to it; AFRAID of LOOSING the only piece of familiarity she seemed to have found in this chaos, Hunny shined like a bright diamond to her. She let him guide her outside, his touch makes her cling to his arm, brushing against his body with dainty, unsteady steps. The closer she found herself to his body, the heavier she smelled his cologne, vividly surrounding him. Without thinking, her head lightly leaned closer towards his shoulders, taking in the air trying not to make it too obvious ( it was not like she would have cared in this state ), before she opened her eyes again, lightly giggling when she catches his eyes looking at her, scrunching her nose. “’m sorry– I– yea, my phone ‘s here... somewhere”, she starts patting her purse before she takes out her phone, into her hand. Her head sank low again: “Thank you Hunny..”, she lowly muttered gratefully and at the same time embarrassed, as they were now finally standing outside, the chilly air giving Dany goosebumps in her dress, like an ice cold shower holding her– and shaking her awake.