01 | If I Look Back I'm Lost

[thebrideoffire]

WHO: Daenerys Targaryen thebrideoffire
WHERE: Waiting room, Calibrations room
WHAT: Calibration Event/Arrival
WHEN: Backdated to 6/27 to 6/30

Waiting Room

There had been several days of moping, drifting between frustration, anger and heartache. Waking up in a different place, a different world was less strange the second time around, but everything she left behind in the city lingered in her mind. This was...far different than the Tower of Pride in the heart of the City. True, there were no demons and no threat of being infected by them. The downside was that she was once again surrounded by things that she didn't recognize or understand as well as others might. (That gel alone looked nauseating).

The waiting room was at least slightly large and allowed her room to roam, even if it wasn't far. There wasn't the sea, there wasn't vastly different districts to visit, there was just this common room where others frequented...and she gravitated to with little choice. There was at least her dragon egg, not the three that she had been granted in the City, but one. Drogon was still with her, encased in his black and red shell, still seemingly stone, but a familiar heat pulsating from within.

When she claimed a space in the waiting room, the egg went with her, placed next to her side. There had to be a way to hatch him...and even if there wasn't, this would at least occupy her until they finally were released from whatever this place was.

Calibrations Room

This isn't the room you'd expect for a woman with her long titles and claim to the crown. But it's a simple courtyard with a lemon tree that sways against the heated breeze. There's sand beneath your feet, white and beautiful and rough against your skin. There is a stone archway that leads to steps and a large red door where kittens are curled before it. If you try and open the door though, it will not budge. Eventually, it will slip back and draw away, seemingly farther and farther each time you look back at it.

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[sinistral]

"Yes," he replied with a shrug of the shoulder. He normally didn't like talking about it, not at all, but perhaps it was the dream nature of this space that put him slightly more at ease with the admission. Besides, that simple fact tended not to stay secret for long, though he guarded fiercely the things that were done to cause such a loss.

He did however appreciate both her calm and her seeming practicality; it served her better than hysterics, in his mind. "I imagine it would not be so if the exile were of your own choosing, but that's a different situation entirely." His pause was a little awkward, just on the side of too long. "You may not need to return this exact place to find somewhere else with a similar peace."

[thebrideoffire]

She won't push or pry, only watch him with a gentle expression. Memories were precious things and to lose his would have been crushing. She might not look back at the parts of her life that made her weaker or would lead her to being lost, but they still shaped the woman she had become, as she imagined he had been shaped by his own experiences. Having them wiped away, it would be a staggering loss. "Were you able to recover them? Any of them?"

She pulled her knees to her chest, "In a way it was our choosing. It was either exile or murder, as my brother's children were murdered. But we have been striving to return home since." She blinked, having never considered that and still a bit uncertain about abandoning this dream. Where else would she belong but here? "I have nothing, only this..."

[sinistral]

"Very little of it." Normally he wouldn't have been as plainly honest, but something about this place — both its representation as a place of peace from her past, and the reality of it as a shared dream experience — seemed to allow it. He pushed his hair back from where it wanted to fall into his face and looked at her, instead of the sand, since she'd expressed her welcome several times. "You don't need to worry over it. My situation is...unique."

In other words: not something likely to threaten anyone else in this place.

"Choosing to live is harder than most people credit it," he replied; they might not have a complete understanding of each other's situations, but he felt that they probably had that in common, just from the little bits they've shared so far. "This, and a will to live. That's hardly nothing."

[thebrideoffire]

"Is there nothing that can bring them back?" It may be a unique situation, but they were in a unique place as well. Not simply the dream, but far from their worlds and the rules that guided nature and fate. Certainly there had to be a way to help him. If she could step in her memories like this, he must be able to find his way to his.

Given his demeanor, she doesn't fear him, instead feeling drawn by someone that might need help. Someone who might be as lonely as she is.

"It is. Given certain adversities, it would be easier to give up and make the pain stop. The more difficult route is finding a way to adapt, to turn the situation to your advantage. There are ways, but there is a loneliness that still comes with it."

[sinistral]

“Time, maybe.” He didn’t know for sure; decades of HYDRA programming, of having electricity shot through his brain, of being put on ice until he was needed, and he had no real answers about what he would regain. If he would regain any of it. His missions yes, and the skills needed to complete them, but the rest of it?

Probably not worth dwelling on that he might never regain.

“That loneliness may likely be one you’ll not escape.” Not that he wanted to bring such negative thoughts into her pleasant memories but he appreciated honesty and hoped she did as well. “There are things that happen to a person that are absolutely inconceivable to others. It sets you apart. What you do with that isolation, though...” he trailed off, glancing back toward the painted door once more.

“A memory need not be your only strength.”

[thebrideoffire]

She did appreciate honesty. She wished she could link him to the familiar figures of her past, someone that she loved and trusted, but he was so unique unto himself. There didn't seem to be anyone else like him. Haunted, lost and brimming with potential danger and power. She could respect that without understanding it fully. He was intriguing without any associations, someone that she hoped to find a bit more easily outside of this dream.

"No, it never will be. When you are born in sorrow, you tend to carry it as your mantle. Loneliness is a natural companion of it." Made even worse by being a queen and the last of her House. It was said Rhaegar carried a sense of doom with him, was she the same? Or was it simply that sense of sorrow? "It doesn't bar smiles or warmth though. I have my share of it, the memory simply makes it stronger."

But he was right. The memory shouldn't make her stronger...yet she didn't know how else to be, save for this. "This is home and I need to find it." She held firm to that, afraid to relinquish it and lose everything in the process. "But my strength is my own. I'm the blood of the dragon..."