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Name: Ozymandias
Date: 10/04
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For those that knew Her Grace, Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, rightful Queen of the Andals and the First Men, protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Mother of Dragons, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, and the Breaker of Chains has been returned to her world.

It also appears that her loyal Queensguard, Ser Jorah Mormont, has followed her.

I am certain that both shall be dearly missed, but I believe perhaps the best way to honor their memory is to not allow those within the slums of this city to be forgotten.

I hope that those among Mirrorbound that are capable shall consider continuing her charitable works in her stead.

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[For a moment, there is a bit of uncertainty for Ramesses where he does not know how exactly to gauge her words. They have had a few conversations as of late about such matters. Light-hearted and ultimately not ending in any particular direction. They seem more fantasy than anything else, but they are still about them. Where they stand. Where they could go and be. And it seems at time that something a little more... Well, the underlying if only starts to feel something a little closer to a maybe every now and again. Ramesses allows it to continue in that undefined state, recognizing that this "life" he has here is temporary (as he will return to being a Heroic Spirit the moment he leaves this world) but one he still must live and he does so gladly.]

[He stops them in the doorway to the living room. It is, as always, immaculate. Any papers he's left on the coffee table are neatly stacked and placed beneath an appropriate paperweight. Pillows are neatly arranged and a blanket on one of the couches is folded to such a degree of perfection, one might question if it is ever used. The sphinx kitten has sprawled itself out in one of Ramesses' favored chairs and appears to be dreaming if the little twitches in his paws and wings are any indication. Still, Ramesses appears to survey the room a moment.]

[He still does not know what to make of it. Is she attempting to continue the bit of banter he gave her and the recent loss of a Bond is amplifying a want of closeness to project more meaning into her words? Or has she been sincerely thinking about this and she is similarly trying to gauge the meaning of his words? In the end, he thinks erring on the side of caution means not treating her question as another piece of banter. It would be better for him to have mistaken that than the alternative.]

Chariot... [As he begins to slowly speak, Ramesses brings his gaze back to her,] I think you already know that to have you so close would bring me immeasurable joy. Mornings are made brighter with your presence and I cannot pretend as though I do not feel your absence acutely when you must return home after staying with me for several nights.

But I would not want to have something like that marred by the absence of another... To ask you now would... [He's uncertain how exactly to describe it, but it would just seem to leave the moment inextricably tied to this loss. And that just seems wrong for such a joyous occasion as having her join his household, never mind to not allow the moment to be hers and hers alone. Ramesses gives her hand a light squeeze.] You are deserving of more than that from me.

[ ... Oh.

She really had been joking, for the most part, a gentle little bit of levity to ease his mood even further, if only little bit. Certainly they'd danced around the point before, and their comfort together had bloomed into a wonderful tapestry that their physical distance didn't seem to fully impact on first glance, but...

He was being serious, and... she could tell it did not come without thought. Thoughts she had dwelt upon herself. And whether or not she could truly balance that with all of the other moving pieces in her life. With Fang, with Kaede, with Akko and Monika... ]

Maybe... we can return to that topic. When you're in better spirits. And I've had time to talk to the rest of my family here about it.

[ But the tone in her voice was clear, even if she was trying to be tempered, to be calm.

She wanted it, too... To never have to spend a night away from him. From all of them. She felt so selfish... ]

[Ramesses' smile is light and despite his recent loss, it demonstrates itself as genuine by reaching his eyes as even without a Bond between them, Chariot's presence remains a panacea for Ramesses. But he also wishes for her to not allow anything to weigh heavily within her own chest as such a decision would naturally come to rest there. As she said, it is better that it is revisited another time, when it could be spoken of and pondered upon with clear minds and hearts. For now, it was better to simply be present with one another and not tie herself into knots over it.]

I should like that, [he affirms before pressing a kiss to her forehead. Quietly, almost as if weaving a spell to put her mind at ease all the while promising they would take when they were both ready, he says,] Another time.

[Ramesses separates from Chariot slightly, guiding her further into the room.]

I do not intend to let you leave anytime soon, so you had best make yourself comfortable, [he teases, gently guiding the conversation back toward the intended levity.] I shall fetch us glasses and join you shortly.

[ It was good enough for her, good enough for now. It wouldn't lift away entirely, and would likely rest in her mind for awhile yet. But it could at least not be at the forefront, while her goal here was to be his comfort, his refuge.

She sat herself down, evening out her dress, and setting the wine on the end table, waiting for him to rejoin her. ]

[At the sound of Chariot's weight on the couch, the sphinx kitten appears to stir in the nearby chair with a subtle disruption to his once deep breaths. But he appears to place very little effort into being awake right now as all he ends up doing is curling into a tighter ball for a moment before gradually becoming lax once more. Ramesses is back before the sphinx has a chance to completely unfurl.]

[He sets both glasses on the end table before opening the bottle, pouring for the both of them and passing Chariot hers before sitting beside her. Close beside her.]

[There is so very little need for pretense, after all, so he does completely away with it. He does not rest his full weight on her, but there is little mistaking that it is Ramesses that is leaning against Chariot tonight as he wraps an arm around her shoulders and draws her to him. Being still like this, quiet for a moment, allows for the severance of his Bond to sink in more, but keeping her close like this stymies the full effect of it.]

[ Red Bordeaux seemed fitting of the situation... not necessarily for the mourning, but more for staving off the loneliness, to enrich the warmth of togetherness, and to make that closeness feel that much more profound as it heated the blood. Chariot helped herself to a long sip before setting the glass aside for the moment and snuggling against Ramesses, nuzzling into his shoulder and letting out a soft hum.

Her eyes rested on the sphinx. Darling thing... so sweet in his slumber. Polite of him, too, to not try to compete for Chariot's attention with his master. ]

[Ramesses doesn't yet take a drink of his glass, letting it balance instead on a knee with his free hand instead. He traces idle circles on Chariot's shoulder with his fingertips, varying their sizes with each repetition of the movement.]

I have not yet asked how you spent your day today. [He presses another kiss to the top of her head.] Tell me about it.

[One could interpret this as avoidance. It would not be so strange a thing to accuse Ramesses of considering just how unrelated it is. But there is no resistance within him as far as talking about Daenerys is concerned. Instead, it is more an indulgence of the natural rhythm and normalcy of their relationship, of enjoying the sound of her voice as she speaks.]

The kids feel like they're doing better, now that the sleep spell's been lifted over the town. Though I feel like we're due for a conversation about whether not we should combine their class with the ones that will start at the orphanage, so they can socialize more with people in their own age group.

[ Morgana's resurgence had unearthed a lot of old trauma, so none of them were really, well... ready for the conversation, but she knew they'd all have to discuss it eventually. For their own good, she felt it was probably best, but she wasn't about to do anything they weren't ready for. ]

[Ramesses hums his agreement for her reasoning. It seems sensible that they should have such opportunities with their peers.]

It may make the transition easier for those in the orphanage as well to have others that have already completed some schooling. But I am glad to hear their spirits seem to be improving.

[ ... Maybe it had been a poor topic to bring up, but just thinking on it, she couldn't help losing some of her luster when dwelling on what her kids were going through. She wasn't going to forget the looks on their faces when she and Lightning got them home anytime soon... ]

What I want more than anything for them is some closure... just to finally be able to grow past what that woman has done to them...

[Ramesses can sense that dip in her mood as it subtly lowers the tone of her voice into that gentle concern for the children. He does not see it as a misstep, however. When Ramesses asks about her day, he's never had any desire for Chariot to censor herself for any reason whatsoever. Not even wanting to brighten his mood is reason enough.]

They will with time, my love. I know that is not the ideal and that if you could, you would have it be sooner to alleviate their suffering, but that they have any hope of moving forward at all is because of your efforts.

You must be patient with yourself just as you are with them.

[Because it's really not a matter of being impatient with the children so much as it is that feeling of powerlessness. Of wanting to do more even if that's impossible.]

[ A small, weak smile, leaning back against Ramesses and taking another sip of her wine. ]

I'm trying to be, really...

I'm doing what I can. No one's... really asking me to do more. So I'm trying not to square up the demand in its absence.

[It is a small thing that she manages now, but a smile is still a smile. He trusts her words to be true and that she genuinely is trying. The difficulty, however, is that Chariot's heart is sometimes far too great and it cannot allow her peace even when it is already well-deserved.]

You needn't worry. I believe there are plenty around you who shall not allow for things to come to that. [Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, Ramesses nuzzles at her gently.] Least of all myself. I shall not allow you to sacrifice more of yourself than is necessary. Happy as I am to share you with the world, I will not allow myself to be robbed even by you.

[To add to his teasing, his arm moves from being wrapped around her shoulders to instead around her waist in mock possessiveness.]

[ It would always be difficult. There was no end to that, so long as she was still herself. But everyone around her, all the people she loved and held love for her, made it feel less like a mountain she could never climb. Rameses, Fang, and Kaede in particular... ]

Well at the very least, I'm all yours tonight... [ Chariot hummed, sipping a bit more from her wine before setting her glass aside and nuzzling against his chest. ]

All yours...

[Ramesses smiles as he takes a sip from his own glass before likewise setting it aside, disturbing her as little as possible.]

Then I shall happily indulge myself in your company without a second thought.

[You know, as though he ever hesitates.]

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