( cont. from x ) –––– SETO.
Home is bathed in the warm glow of electronics, lamps and the mutter of talk show hosts on tv. It is not a castle of cold stone, sitting before a roaring fire beside a white haired queen of dragons and a wary drunken dwarf ( Wary. Everyone seems to, in some form, feel uncomfortable around him– But that’s to be expected. He’s not from here. Both at home and here, Seto is so incredibly other, bizarre and foreign. And yet, in the limited interactions, Seto has never felt alienated by Daenerys, as weird and bizarre as he may be, a tech-advanced visitor in this realm of dragons and knights. )
And yet, Seto finds himself spending an increasing amount of time away from ‘home’. Floating between dimensions, just a nameless visitor, and then falling rather unceremoniously back to where he always ends up–
With the queen of dragons and, occasionally, the drinking dwarf or some other interesting character reminiscent of a time long past.
Conversations flit and fade and eventually aforementioned dwarf leaves, and Seto must, unfortunately, consider taking his own leave as well. Firelight begins to die as the night falls heavier, and when his conversation with the queen comes again to a quiet end he stands and stretches.
Seto sets coordinates for home and bids Daenerys fair well– His actions at interrupted, however, by a simple request.
“Will you stay with me tonight?”
There’s a long pause as he processes the question, brief confusion coming to his features as he looks up from the holograms projected by his bracers and meets her gaze. Stay.
He shouldn’t– It isn’t his home. He doesn’t belong here. Home is very, very far away, a different time and place, and it would be so easy to say ‘no’, to blurt some excuse and leave, but… Instead he nods, closes out the hologram screen and slides back down into his chair.
“Of course, your grace.
Is there something wrong?”
Days had passed since the arrival of Seto Kaiba on Dragonstone, the Targaryen military fortress which finally was back in Dany’s hands. For many, it may seemed like a useless piece of land with no value, abandoned, cold winds and grey shores in a castle built out of stone on the steepest mountains. But for HER it was so much more, held so much more significance and first and foremost, a SIGN to all her ENEMIES that she was HERE now. A REAL THREAT, not at the edge of the world in foreign lands, forced to stay in exile. Who’d dare and come for her now? Nevertheless, the arrival of Seto had seemed like just another miraculous wonder, triggered by her very ownself. Even though she still did not understand the hidden importance, as if she was to stare into an abyss–– the abyss staring back at her with glooming eyes. What she DID know was that he may be her only chance of help in a matter, she did not dare to address to anyone else, too precious, too important, too risky to share with anyone except herself.
A deep sigh stretched through her lips, a puff of air escaping soft lips, almost inaudible. Dany had first turned her back to Seto, staring into the fireplace which was the only source of light in the dark reflecting onyx they were residing in. Had she asked TOO MUCH? Had she asked for ANYTHING AT ALL? From him? The man from another time, another world? Her head turned towards him, staring at him over her shoulder. Words she had played with countless times over in her head had formed into sentence, had been giving a voice which cut through the comfortable silence between them. For a moment, she did not dare to believe that she had spoken out. The pause between them seemed awfully long– and Daenerys would have understood if he left, all the reasons spoke FOR and so little AGAINST. There was nothing here for him to be worth staying or spending more time than necessary. That’s when, upon hearing his reply to her upmost spontaneous request, made her face light up, in surprise and in relief. She hadn’t expected this reaction from him, even though she did not know him well yet, it had seen unlikely to her for him to stay at this bleak, mostly forsaken place. Did he feel lost like her too? Did he miss home like she did too?
As he slid back into the chair, Dany was still standing, taking her gaze off of him and staring into the endlessly burning flames. After a short while, Daenerys took a deep breath of air. “I never thought that I would one day truly ask this from someone–”, she started, eyes nervously searching for a hole, for a place to disappear and not be seen anymore, “but I must ask you this; if I requested your help with– with anything, because I believed that you are the only one who could help me with this matter, would you consider doing it for me?” She almost felt too cryptic, too vague, but how could she bluntly tell this to the face of a man, as fearless he was or perhaps, not was?
