#thread: daario.

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split lip, bruised cheek, bloodied teeth, and still the sellsword SMILES. "merely a parting gift from an enemy, no more no less," daario says, energy like lightening radiating through his bones, a restlessness eager in its current from the toes of his high purple boots all the way back through his mustachioed grin. he spits blood into the dirt, runs tongue over teeth; rolls shoulders back. jealousy has bred wildfire in his veins. "though the look in your eyes moves me, i promise you, lovely queen, my returned gratitude was given tenfold. daario naharis is no worse off, and no less able to perform at your command."

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he is slow to remove the weapons from their sheaths at his sides. hands caress the lusty women of the hilts -- second-natured movements and muscle memory, a tic he will needs do without soon -- his stiletto and arakh both bare and then offered to the dragon queen for safe-keeping. daario naharis's eyes do not leave her face, his displeasure in her union to hizdahr zo loraq has been more than vocalized -- in word and in action -- recklessness turning him liability, but he accepts his role as hostage for her for he is hers to do with as she so pleases. "if you should feel the need to take the honor of murdering your husband from me in my absence, sweet queen, i pray the steeled kiss of my ladies might be of assistance."

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less cringy intimacy meme II “touch me here” / for daario !! II @stormbcrn

the firelight glints off his golden tooth, catlike grin on full display as he looks down at the dragon queen beneath him. daario prides himself a connoisseur of beauty and yet BEAUTY was but a word before daenerys stormborn arrived in his life. now it is she, defined by the word in its rawest sense, sprawled beneath him -- hair unbound across the silk of her pillows, body loosed of her finery. his calloused fingertips glide along her outer thighs.

"here ??" he asks, leaning forward to press a small kiss to crook of her neck, hands venturing to caress her knees, her calves, her ankles; the tops of her feet. he rests on his knees between her legs, kisses peppering against the flushed skin of her collar bone as his hands make their ascent back up her legs, along the soft skin of her inner thighs.

"or perhaps," his fingers dip between her legs, brushing along an inviting wetness which stirs the most primal pieces of him to life. the deep indigo of his own eyes, darkened with his want for her, meet that inviting lilac -- BEAUTIFUL. "here ??"

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meme ( accepting !! ) II “ do you lie awake at night to come up with all your witty replies for the following day? ” / for daario II @stormbcrn

the delight which flickers in the deep blue of the sellsword's eyes is limitless. his grin genuine, the peek of glittering gold beneath full lip and yellow mustachio, if not a bit feral. untrustworthy creature they claim him to be, his dragon queen need not worry of him despite what her advisors may so advise ( at least not in loyalty -- his sword, his life, his love, his songs all belong to daenerys targaryen. ).

"the things which keep me awake at night are far more interesting than the promise of words to come, your grace," daario's implications are as dastardly as his deeds. "though i am flattered that you should find me witty."

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it is a BOLD HAND which tips the chin of the dragon queen, out of sight of prying eyes -- of judgements daario need not worry himself over, but calculations he knows his queen is like to make -- to steal her attention from whatever shadows the inviting lilac of her gaze. "how may daario naharis soothe your worries, fair queen ?? i should slay each troubling thought as though they are foeman, one by one, slice by slice, and lay their proverbial heads at your feet to chase such a frown from such a lovely face."