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westwhere2022-01-27 12:23 am
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"Darkness reigns at the foot of the lighthouse."
WHO: Daenerys, Five, Jon Snow, Mingyu and Lee Chang
WHEN: January to 1/28
WHERE: The Lighthouse (Plot Roll Stuff!)
WHAT: The mirror calls and must be assembled
WARNINGS: Violence, mind control, dragons, talk of death. Anything else will be added.
Drogon's habit of bringing gifts from the lighthouse had increased. It was still only trinkets and tattered bits of clothes, often singed, but something he was clearly proud of. The influence of the lighthouse still seemed to hold him, as he often flew off even as Daenerys called to him. Using a stern voice, showing the whip once in desperation, none of it stopped Drogon from flying to the 10th floor.
What was truly disturbing was that Drogon often seemed to circle around, low to the entrance of the lighthouse, screeching at her, as though demanding she follow him. For several days, Dany resisted, knowing that whatever was in the lighthouse was likely to be some curse or ill omen. Had it not enchanted them into paranoia and greed? No one had been hurt, but actually stepping foot in there might trigger something far worse.
Or she might find something worse.
Much like the House of the Undying, there was a part of her that wanted knowledge. She wished to know what was inside, what magic was fueling it and why it seduced her dragon so easily. That thought, along with the alluring call of something, haunted her dreams. Each time she woke, she had to question if it was dragon dreams or something more?
The fourth day, she followed Drogon, hesitantly crossing the threshold.
The atmosphere was heavy, but still humming with...something. The surroundings weren't very pleasing. There was dust, cobwebs and everything you could imagine in a land that seemed almost dead. Each floor did not improve. There were no visions, no sounds really except some sound of glass in the distance.
Drogon flew ahead, screeching whenever she fell behind. Step by step, stair by stair, she climbed. One floor passed and then two; higher and higher, she followed her dragon as he called to her, luring her ahead with a dark promise. It was an enchantment in itself. A part of her wished to find that last right door, the one in the House of the Undying that lead to the center of it all, where the Undying waited for her. Here, it was less clear what she would find, but there was at least a promise with the Undying.
The scene she found was an odd one. Unnerving, true, but also...rather beautiful.
There was a mirror on the floor or rather the shards of it and Five seated in the middle of it all. Light glistened over the different shapes of glass, some small and some large, all varying in grooves and curves. It was no simple puzzle, but Five seemed intent on assembling it, solving the mystery of it all.
"What is this?"
WHEN: January to 1/28
WHERE: The Lighthouse (Plot Roll Stuff!)
WHAT: The mirror calls and must be assembled
WARNINGS: Violence, mind control, dragons, talk of death. Anything else will be added.
Drogon's habit of bringing gifts from the lighthouse had increased. It was still only trinkets and tattered bits of clothes, often singed, but something he was clearly proud of. The influence of the lighthouse still seemed to hold him, as he often flew off even as Daenerys called to him. Using a stern voice, showing the whip once in desperation, none of it stopped Drogon from flying to the 10th floor.
What was truly disturbing was that Drogon often seemed to circle around, low to the entrance of the lighthouse, screeching at her, as though demanding she follow him. For several days, Dany resisted, knowing that whatever was in the lighthouse was likely to be some curse or ill omen. Had it not enchanted them into paranoia and greed? No one had been hurt, but actually stepping foot in there might trigger something far worse.
Or she might find something worse.
Much like the House of the Undying, there was a part of her that wanted knowledge. She wished to know what was inside, what magic was fueling it and why it seduced her dragon so easily. That thought, along with the alluring call of something, haunted her dreams. Each time she woke, she had to question if it was dragon dreams or something more?
The fourth day, she followed Drogon, hesitantly crossing the threshold.
The atmosphere was heavy, but still humming with...something. The surroundings weren't very pleasing. There was dust, cobwebs and everything you could imagine in a land that seemed almost dead. Each floor did not improve. There were no visions, no sounds really except some sound of glass in the distance.
Drogon flew ahead, screeching whenever she fell behind. Step by step, stair by stair, she climbed. One floor passed and then two; higher and higher, she followed her dragon as he called to her, luring her ahead with a dark promise. It was an enchantment in itself. A part of her wished to find that last right door, the one in the House of the Undying that lead to the center of it all, where the Undying waited for her. Here, it was less clear what she would find, but there was at least a promise with the Undying.
The scene she found was an odd one. Unnerving, true, but also...rather beautiful.
There was a mirror on the floor or rather the shards of it and Five seated in the middle of it all. Light glistened over the different shapes of glass, some small and some large, all varying in grooves and curves. It was no simple puzzle, but Five seemed intent on assembling it, solving the mystery of it all.
"What is this?"
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“For me… when I was a boy… I liked apple cakes. I liked roasted chicken covered in honey, any sort of good meat, roasted turnips. In the Watch, men eat blood sausage, dried meat like this,” (he means what he has just eaten,) “whatever stew the cook can put together. And now… a lord’s table will always be rich, but we do not feast too carelessly. We put up what we can for the later days of winter — the leaner days.”
A wave of exhaustion passes over him, and when he finishes speaking, he stifles a mighty yawn.
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Dany placed her hand on his shoulder. "Lay back. I'll stay with you while you sleep."
Whatever possessed her to brush his hair from his face, gently stroking those dark locks. She wanted to soothe him, to urge him to rest.
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Her flirtations had, perhaps, not been fully welcome, but her care is. He is not used to it, except in the case of a wound. “Thank you.”
It only takes a few seconds for him to roll to his side. The torn skin all across his back doesn’t hurt as much as it had at first, but it isn’t a comfortable thing, either. More than that, while he doesn’t like resting on his back, he also doesn’t like it being open to the room. When he closes his eyes, there is a yawning blackness all around, with just a shimmer of light at some of its edges.
He begins to struggle to sit up.
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Where she had been stroking his hair before, now her attention was fully on what may be wrong or how she should help. It was clear that sleep would not come easily for him, which perhaps she should have predicted. After the darkness of the mirror, closing his eyes might only bring it back.
"Lie back, Jon. I am here with you."
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What can one small woman do? She had not been able to keep him from being pulled through the mirror, though it is better that he’s the one who was. None of them has been able to change anything for the better in this tower — not really, not as much as he would like.
“Just don’t go.”
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She would not risk frightening him by slipping away. Perhaps also, she wished to know he was here as well.
"I won't. Sleep." She whispered.
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Old stone walls and a warm fire. He tries to push the profound dark out of his mind, every time it tries to descend. A fur coverlet; a cup of spiced wine. No one to steal him away, nothing to tear at him. He is not alone, because he has a guardian. That’s enough, for now.