#interaction. dagmar

[svnshone]

@1642hqzstarters​

She had not asked it to be brought- but same as the trunk holding her boots, her breeches, and various other supplies she utilized for hunting, someone had made sure her bow had been packed. It had not been touched by her hands for well over a year, but someone had made sure it was still in perfect condition. Dagmar made her way into the gardens, quiver strung over her shoulder, and set up a target. She was out of practice, she knew. It was the longest she had gone without shooting in her life- but even though her muscles were not as developed as they had been, they still remembered the motion. She drew the arrow, and when it landed it hit the target- though not near enough close to the middle as she was used to. She continued, working her way through the quiver, landing on the target each time, paying little attention to around her, focusing solely on the weapon in her hands and the target.

[liesthehead]

@0fmercy || Dagmar & open

Aiming at stationary targets had never been her favourite. Dagmar had always preferred the actual act of hunting to practice. Arrow after arrow across the lawn, each sinking into the target. The sound of feet on the ground behind her made her head turn. "Can I help you?" they asked tersely as they reached for another arrow.

[liesthehead]

@gxst || Dagmar + Will

Sleep did not come easy to Dagmar- so they had taken to going on a brisk walk in the middle of the night. She was returning to the Danish wing of the castle- and had not expected another to be awake. Fingers wrapped tightly on the dagger carried on her hip, pulling the blade out. It had not been too long ago one of their own was found dead- and reflexes were quicker than ever. Then the other's face showed in the dim light- "William Friseal what are you doing?" There was a sharpness to their tone. "If you're going to come and go in the middle of the night bring a light."

[svnshone]

@1642hqzstarters || dagmar & open (ft the rare Mom dagmar) setting: at campfire in a camp along the way to Portugal, late in the evening

It was rare Anneliese fell asleep on her these days- it used to seem as if all the baby did was sleep, slumbering away the moment she was handed to Dagmar. Now she seemed more interested in wiggling away to crawl on the ground, or hold onto furniture, to play with whatever toy was nearby or rip out the grass if it suited her. Tonight however the growing one year old had fallen asleep listening to the crackle of the fire- head against her mother's breastbone, small fingers wrapped in tight fists around tiny handful's of Dagmar's jacket, the soft curls on the top of her head brushing against Dagmar's chin each time she glanced down. There was calm in the evening sky, stars bright above. Few still wandered around camp- the fire was near dying, but still Dagmar did not move.

When she heard footsteps behind them, one of Dagmar's hands left the sleeping princess' back, reaching for the protection they always carried with them before she even turned her head- an instinct, especially in the dark. "What do you want?"

[svnshone]

@vitaiisms

She had stayed clear of most of the Swedes since their arrival. Dagmar had no desire to mix with usurpers, no wish to know those know occupying the throne of her neighbouring country. Perhaps in another world, in another life, she would not mind- but now, staring at a man who claimed descent from royal blood, who stole a throne, she could not. Nor could she shut her mouth, even with all her upbringing screaming at her to keep quiet, to play the politics. “Have you thought,” Dagmar began, her tone almost blase, almost careless, “that your arrival might have signaled an ill omen? Royals do have a tendency to drop dead around you.” 

[liesthehead]

@1910560 || Ilja (or whoever <3)

She had been writing until her eyes were near crossing, letters in different languages and scripts, letters to be sent north and south with messengers to more isolated farmsteads offering coin for any surplus from the autumn harvest, letters to home inquiring about the winter stores there, none that had yet been sent but still, the dowager queen had spent hours putting quill to paper and her legs demanded a walk and eyes a break from candlelight. They left the Danish wing of the castle, making the well worn path to the outside. The air was refreshing- crisp and cold, as if she were plunging into the ocean on a hot day rather than stepping out of a stuffy and heated fortress.

They stood in the entranceway for a moment, adjusting to the cold icy air, before setting off on their walk. It was less than rare to end up near the training camps in one of the yards- she had never been a stranger to them, and it was always best to have an idea of who the strongest fighters were. She stood to the side, watching the match in front of her, making silent notes. “Do you know who that is?” they asked, nodding to one of the fighters.

[liesthehead]

@gxst || William

"I hear you are to wed." There was no warmth in their tone, no congratulations, just a simple statement of fact. She had known the prince had been... less frequent with his late night visits to her brother-in-law, but had assumed it was some sort of spat between the pair. She knew the arguments that could happen between friends when emotions were strung. Fights without fighting, the empty silence, the teasing turned slightly too real. "Tell me, what does the king have planned for the festivities? If stock is really as short as is being said, it's hardly the time for such celebrations."

[liesthehead]

Dag: 💝 & ❣️

💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side?

Getting on Dagmar's good side right now is incredibly hard- they have always been on the judgmental side and have a large capacity for grudge holding, but their patience has just worn so thin. She's more likely to give a chance to those she can feel a sense of familiarity with (ie, women who go against societal expectations)

She appreciates loyalty. She has not acknowledged her abandonment issues, so any show of loyalty is important to her, even if she doesn't understand.

Dagmar also likes shows of strength. Physical, mental, all of it. Thinks weakness should be kept behind closed doors.

❣️ - What are their love languages?

Acts of service. It makes them feel useful. Helping with correspondence, solving a problem. Taking care of things. It's how they show they care.

To receive I think they do not mind words of affirmation- as long as they do not feel empty. She hates mindless praise. It has to be specific, it has to be related to something tangent.