#twiceexiled

[to-bury-the-castle]

If anyone used to follow twiceexiled (formerly theyrerockshank, formerly thisismywarmandunderstandingface) like me and can't access her blog anymore - it got removed. :(

She's starting over from scratch at padillanero

[veradune]

GET AARON'S FACE OFF MY DASH THIS INSTANT.

NO THE POWER OF HIS FACE COMPELS U TO REBLOG.

[roominthecastle]

Once you get this you have to say 5 nice things about yourself publicly and then send it to your 10 favourite followers. Thinking good thoughts about yourself is hard, but it will make you feel better so give it a go, for the sake of spreading positivity! :)

I’ve been tagged by figure-of-dismay too.

First off, thank you guys! :) Second, this really is hard. I could write 40+ pages under an hour about how much I suck as a person but I needed a day to come up with this short list. Anyway, here we go:

1. I’m loyal. Very loyal. I must have been a dog in a previous life.2. I’m open minded (or at the very least, trying to be)3. I’m considerate (or at the very least, trying to be)4. I’m a quick study (when I actually apply myself)5. I’m observant and drawn to small details

[khaleesa]

Once you get this you have to say 5 nice things about yourself publicly and then send it to your 10 favourite followers. Thinking good thoughts about yourself is hard, but it will make you feel better so give it a go, for the sake of spreading positivity! :)

Aw, I’m honored to be on your top ten list. :)

1. I’m a good homemaker/hostess. I just really enjoy making things neat and tidy and presentable and making people (and myself, of course) comfortable in my home.

2. Although I don’t assert myself as much as I should, I’m not afraid to go my own way if it’s the right way even when that isn’t popular. (See also: unpopular fandom opinions. ;))

3. I do really good character voices when I read to my little boy. He refuses to hear Mo Willems’ “Elephant and Piggie” books in any voices but mine. I was far more pleased than I ought to have been the other day when my husband was legitimately impressed with my witch laugh in a family evil laugh contest. (What, doesn’t every family have evil laugh contests?)

4. I have a good sense of humor.

5. I think I write pretty well. At least you guys make me believe I do. I haven’t quit yet, anyway! ;)

[khaleesa]

twiceexiled replied to your post: Fic: Gift

AHHH. YOU HONOUR ME.

NOT ENOUGH. <3 It seemed appropriate for a birthday fic. :D

makimurakaori replied to your post: Fic: Gift

Well done!

Oh, I'm happy you like!

[khaleesa]

Fic: Gift

Title: Gift

Author: khaleesa​

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Pairing: Dany x Jorah

Summary: Before they go to Astapor, there's something Jorah must have.[HBO!verse, a missing moment for S3]

Author's Note: This is something I've been meaning to write since we saw the first promo pics for S3. twiceexiled's birthday finally gave me an excuse to write it. Happy birthday to one of the coolest people in the Jorah fandom!

It came as no surprise to Jorah that the queen summoned him to her cabin. They were soon to make port in Astapor, and she would of course want to discuss the duties she had in mind for him when they disembarked Balerion.

What did come as a very great surprise was the instruction Daenerys gave him almost as soon as she bade him enter.

"Take off that armor, Ser Jorah. You'll have no need of it today."

He gaped at her from beneath raised eyebrows, his thumb fiddling with the hilt of his sword.

After a moment he found his voice. "With all due respect, Khaleesi, but I have traveled to Astapor before, and thought I'd never set foot in a more dangerous city. Even more so now. Gods only know what news may have been sent here from your enemies in Qarth…"

Hands clasped before her, Daenerys gave him a smile, the sweetness of which was belied by her stern words. "That was not a request, ser, but a command."

Jorah hesitated only for so long as was necessary to draw in a steadying breath. "My queen," he murmured, then put his hands up to comply. ­

Although he'd dealt with his own armor without a squire's assistance for much of his life, especially these six years in exile, and could remove or don it quickly, Daenerys quickly grew impatient, pushing his hands aside to work the buckles that fixed his pauldrons to the gorget herself. Jorah could hardly complain, of course, at being so near to her, touched by her, though he held his breath and schooled his face--and elsewhere--not to betray just how much he enjoyed these ministrations. It helped that he was utterly bewildered.

When she'd divested him of his breastplate, she let the pieces fall to the floor with a clang. (Jorah cringed, until he thought, What's another dint?)

She he stepped back from him, her gaze raking over him. "The gambeson, too, if you please."

There was no offer or move to assist with that, and Jorah reached around back to unlace the padded garment from around his waist. When he had it off he turned away from her to drape it over a chair; not that he was modest, or hadn't dreamed of being in a state of undress with her, but he nevertheless felt strangely exposed in just breeches and shirt. And conscious of how ragged and faded the gambeson was.

"Can you believe once this was green?" he attempted to ease his own discomfiture with a joke, running his fingers over the fabric, though the chuckle rattled without much humor in his chest. Green--like the ancient pines of Bear Island…

"I cannot, ser. If that's so, then I'm all the more glad you shan't have to go on wearing it."

Jorah opened his mouth to ask what this was all about, but the question died on his tongue as he turned to face her again in time to see her pick up a swath of fabric which he had not previously noticed lying on her bunk. Unfurling the heavy cloth before her with a snap, Daenerys held up before his blinking eyes a new gambeson. A diamond pattern was worked through a green so deep as to be almost black. Just like the pines against the grey winter sky at home.

"Khaleesi, this--"

"Fits, I hope." Her skin brushed his as she pressed it into his hands.

Jorah did not hesitate to wrap the new garment around his waist and show her. "Aye. Like a glove."

"Oh, there is that, too. Daenerys swept away from him to lift the lid of a case that also lay on the bed. "Or rather…vambrances. Among other things. If you will come here."

That was also not a request, and the soles of Jorah's boots scuffed over the floorboards as he drew alongside her as she revealed, piece by piece, a new suit of leather armor.

"I had it made when we stopped in New Ghis," Daenerys told him. "I'm not coming to Astapor a beggar queen." Her eyes met his, glimmering playfully--More like a burglar queen, she'd japed as they with her Dothraki plundered Xaro Xhoan Daxos' palace. "I thought the lord commander of my Queensguard ought to stand beside me looking the part, as well."

Daenerys was not the first woman to have suggested that he might be better clad; Lynesse had often harped on him, on Bear Island and after their exile, even as every coin he earned with his sword had been spent on pretty things for her. She'd been ashamed of him, of his rustic northern ways, of the livelihood he'd been reduced to. Somehow, this gift of fine new armor made him feel that Daenerys was proud of him, and his chest swelled with pride that the dishonorable path he'd walked had led him into her service.

"I certainly shall appear the Dragon Queen's man in these," Jorah remarked, tracing his the tip of his forefinger along the knot of dragons' tails that embellished the shoulder pieces. All of the leatherwork was exquisite, from the pauldrons, to the intricate basketweave on the vambrances, to the breastplate with its--

His heart gave a jolt in his chest as his gaze settled on the image worked in the center.

"Not quite a bear rampant," Daenerys said, her voice heavy, but with her sigh her critical expression gave way to one lightened by amusement. "Your sigil was more difficult to have worked into the design than I anticipated. The armorer had never seen one, so I might as well have been describing a fantastical beast. I had to swear to him such creatures truly do exist abundantly in your forests."

"Most often standing on all fours, wearing mildly quizzical expressions, just like this. But Khaleesi, you need not have gone to such lengths--"

"You are the Dragon Queen's man. Ser Jorah Mormont of Bear Island--who I've been afraid will be roast bear if you continue to wear plate armor in this hot country."

"At times I've feared that humiliating fate, too," he said with a chuckle. But he became serious again as he noticed that she caught her lower lip between her teeth, as though she were afraid his protestations meant he did not like her gift. "You honor me, Khaleesi."

"Not enough," she said, quietly. Then, brightening, she gave him a gentle nudge. "Go on, then, my lord commander. Let's see how it fits."

It all did--but no piece quite so well as the soft, warm lips Daenerys pressed to his cheek after she inspected him over from top to toe with a look of satisfaction. Jorah felt the touch of them  linger on his skin as he lent her a steadying hand down the gangplank to the quay in Astapor. A sigil, as surely as the bear emblazoned on his chest or the dragons borne on his shoulders.

The Dragon Queen's man, indeed.

[khaleesa]

dany x jorah

shops for groceries: Jorah, because it's a good chance to sneak out and send spy messages.

kills the spiders: Jorah, because Dany has a gentle heart.

comes home drunk at 3am: Jorah

makes breakfast: Jorah, because he feels guilty about coming home drunk at 3am, and because Dany tends to overcook everything

remembers to feed the fish: Dany...to the dragons

decorates the apartment: Dany, with a very eclectic assortment of objects from her travels, some of which might have been plundered by Dothraki

initiates duets: Dany, because she wants Jorah to teach her the songs of Westeros. He grudgingly gives in, but puts his foot down at The Bear and the Maiden Fair (except when he's drunk at 3am)

falls asleep first: They both struggle with a lot of insomnia, but in general Dany does.

[khaleesa]

twiceexiled replied to your post:The other thing that makes me super ragey about...

I’m thinking of a fuck the friendzone tag. Simple but effective.

Yes good.

There is also a comprehensive selection of Jorah reaction GIFs  here and here which might prove useful.