“It’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna get through this. I’ve got you.”
╣❦╠ ƈօռզʊɛʀɨռɢ ֆȶօʀʍ ❧
She’d never been through an earthquake and this one was something-something-point-bullshit on the earth-is-opening-to-swallow-us scale as far as Dany was concerned as she clung to Michael’s arm, trying to keep her balance while he lead her through the hallway to the office. The sound of glass breaking made her nod quickly, letting him pull her down under the big desk there. Daenerys murmured a spell of protection under her breath, but still grabbed his hand when another quake shudder shook the house. Plaster fell from the ceiling, sending up clouds of pasty white dust. Of all the situations in which Daenerys had imagined being in his arms, this had not even made the list, but here they were.
“You know, the east coast is nice. It’s really nice. The ground doesn’t try to eat you there,” Dany teased, gasping a moment later when a piece of the ceiling hit the table above and she pressed her cheek to his shoulder, slipping her arm around his waist. “I know you do, Michael. I would be pretty scared if you weren’t here,” she admitted though it was her job to protect him. He was so nice to her and it was a bit of a mystery why, but right now, his scent surrounded her and tilting her head just a little let her hear his heartbeat, a truly comforting sound.