❛ your only supposed to miss things after you say goodbye to them, right? ❜ / from dany. <3
UNDER THE STORMCROW’S BANNERS|| ACCEPTING.
Daario is not good with people, specially people grieving or well emotions in general. It makes him uncomfortable, his skin irks and he just wants to turn around and never come back, but this time is different. Maybe is the way she say the words or the absolute sadness in it, the heaviness that lingers in each syllable like a ball chain dragging him with her. His gaze never leaves her, fragile as she is now he is afraid of what might happen if he does. Yes, he knows of her courage, her toughness but sometimes she breaks like glass and he can see the cracked part of her mask so perfectly place upon her face. He placed a hand upon her back and offered silently the drink he just poured for himself, maybe she needs it more than him. A continuation he takes the chair next to her and pat her gently in the back. It’s an awkward petting but no one would say he’s not trying. “People come and goes” he replies, voice low and husky “ and is only natural that you miss them” or so he thinks, The only time he ever missed someone was when he was but a boy, now he has learn that it better to not get attached.








