#THREAD: DAARIO NAHARIS & RHAENYS TARGARYEN (dracharenae).

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✹ — RHAENYS STANDS BESIDE DAARIO AS HE SAUNTERS towards the bed, one arm around his waist and the other stretched forward in case she needed to catch him.  luckily, it does not come to that, though she does notice the subtle flinch in his movements.  yet even when he lays upon the bed, he does so carelessly; with a casual air that she fights the urge to roll her eyes over.  how lucky he is i love him, she thinks.  “ you seem eager to tear out your stitches and bleed to death in my room.  all in the name of pleasure, ”  she muses, coming to sit beside him upon the bed.  “ you can lay with me tonight, if it please you, but i will bind you if i must.  i won’t lose you so quickly simply due to impatience. ”

"there are worse ways to die,” he says, his golden-tooth grin swarthy in his stunted swagger -- from both the wound and being assisted in his walk.  he is careful as he sits, though he does not wince nor seethe, no, daario keeps his smiles, his hand engulfing rhaenys’.  “i shall be as behaved as an unsullied soldier, and will think myself as able as them so not to tempt the stitches of my hurts.  but perhaps the lovely princess would offer a kiss, at the very least, to balm some of the ache.”

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DESPITE THE BLOOD WHICH FILLS HIS TONGUE, he is grinning.  his head cradled in her arms, his wound too vital to be patched -- one day he would be taken from this life, but he would die as he lived, and he did.  “i would die ten thousand deaths more,” his voice his hoarse and wet at the same time, golden tooth glittering red with his demise.  his larger, bejeweled hand takes hers and squeezes it with what strength he has left, lifting her knuckles to press a kiss against her skin.  “for my sweet princess to live once.”

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✹ — ONCE SAFELY TUCKED INTO THE PASSENGER SEAT, rhaenys undoes the straps which tighten around her ankle, securing a too tight set of heels to her feet.  arianne had leant them to her on good faith, insistent that they would look cute.  to her credit, they certainly had.  but rhaenys can no longer feel her toes and she’s certain there will be scabs in the morning.  she throws the heels into the backseat of the car with a deep sigh of relief.  “ i like big macses.  it sounds posh, ”  rhaenys says, grinning at daario.  at his query, she nods.  “ i did, actually.  it was fun. ”  daario and arianne were the resident partiers, well-versed in all the best night clubs in the city.  meanwhile, arys and rhaenys were more homebodies.  yet, nevertheless, rhaenys had loved it.  “ i think arys had one too many fireballs.  he looked sick. ”

"and i am nothing if not posh,” he flashes her a grin as easily as he breathes, and then looks back at the road for her sake than his own.  rhaenys is precious cargo, after all, and her life would not be forfeit in his hands.  “i told you that you would, lovely,” he hums, tapping his hand against the steering wheel.  daario laughs.  “if blame must be placed, place it upon me.  i goaded him to keep going, and oakheart does not back down from a challenge.  ari will be happy to deal with him, i’m sure.”  sweet sarcasm.  he pulls into the mcdonald’s drive through to order their late-night treats.

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“NICE,” he says so with an amused smile, his arms quick to envelop rhaenys to his chest.  it is a cheap laugh, but why else to choose such a SPECIFIC number ??  his chin rests atop her head.  “i don’t know if mcdonald’s sells sixty-nine nuggets alone, but we can order four twenty-pieces.”