That is a sentiment I heard once a long time ago. [ A very long time ago, almost another life. The statement that comes after, however, stalls him entirely, as if the machinery in his leg has powered down entirely. Viktor simply stares at her for a moment, or two, perhaps longer.
He says nothing and he's not sure if there anything to say, but the rigidity in his shoulders is gone, and he follows her as she leads them into the library. He even chuckles softly at the way she drops her voice to whisper, though his expression shifts as the gravity of her goal hangs in the air between them. ]
It always starts with just one. [ There is something empowering in those words, even hearing them in his own voice. ] I believe that you will.
Who said this to you? [ She could make a guess, given her own experiences. There were a number of people in her life who gave her sound advice — and she intends to keep cultivating a council that freely speak their minds to her.
His answering silence doesn't bother Daenerys in the slightest. If anything, she looks more fond, her expression softening into something warm and bright as she pulls him into an embrace. It's tight, and surprisingly strong, but then, she's always been a bit of a bear hugger. ]
Then we will believe in each other, [ is murmured in response, not letting up on her grip for a second. Welcome to the Targaryen family, Viktor. She's claiming you. ]
[ The word is harder to say than Viktor thought it would be, but he hasn't spoken of her since she passed. Viktor has tried not to think of her, too, that link to the life he used to have, warmer and full of kindness he has not known since that light was extinguished. But this is not the first time he's thought of her since meeting this woman, and he doubts it will be the last and it isn't so terrible a thing to anticipate, he finds.
As if Daenerys is determined to continue catching him off guard, he doesn't move at first as she hugs him, but he does collapse into it slightly and he huffs, bringing one hand up and pressing the palm against her back. ] Has anyone told you how fierce you are with your affection?
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He says nothing and he's not sure if there anything to say, but the rigidity in his shoulders is gone, and he follows her as she leads them into the library. He even chuckles softly at the way she drops her voice to whisper, though his expression shifts as the gravity of her goal hangs in the air between them. ]
It always starts with just one. [ There is something empowering in those words, even hearing them in his own voice. ] I believe that you will.
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His answering silence doesn't bother Daenerys in the slightest. If anything, she looks more fond, her expression softening into something warm and bright as she pulls him into an embrace. It's tight, and surprisingly strong, but then, she's always been a bit of a bear hugger. ]
Then we will believe in each other, [ is murmured in response, not letting up on her grip for a second. Welcome to the Targaryen family, Viktor. She's claiming you. ]
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[ The word is harder to say than Viktor thought it would be, but he hasn't spoken of her since she passed. Viktor has tried not to think of her, too, that link to the life he used to have, warmer and full of kindness he has not known since that light was extinguished. But this is not the first time he's thought of her since meeting this woman, and he doubts it will be the last and it isn't so terrible a thing to anticipate, he finds.
As if Daenerys is determined to continue catching him off guard, he doesn't move at first as she hugs him, but he does collapse into it slightly and he huffs, bringing one hand up and pressing the palm against her back. ] Has anyone told you how fierce you are with your affection?
[ It's spoken with a teasing edge. ]
That is an acceptable arrangement.