[ It's a lot to piece together in such a short amount of time. Daemon's head is still spinning by the time he is carefully curled on the other side of her. It's probably then he realizes, well and truly, that he can't see her returning to King's Landing. A dangerous through to let one's mind wander this early in the morning. She seems so perfect here, nestled into the center of their bed. Something had been missing, had that something been her?
He shifts and sinks, gaze still rested at the backs of hers and Laena's head. Feeling the deliberate padding of his wife's long fingers to find his arm and give it a squeeze. Daemon then shifts in closer to them, gingerly resting his forehead against her back. Upending Rhaenyra's grip on his hand to shift and curl hers more comfortably across herself, soothing her finger with his thumb. A little gesture that continues well after he begins to fall asleep.
However long that takes, he doesn't fucking know. He hopes that she sleeps in the time he spends quietly losing his mind. It could have been fifteen minutes or well past the first light began to lighten the sky. But eventually it does, and thank the gods he doesn't dream.]
crawling back to this
He shifts and sinks, gaze still rested at the backs of hers and Laena's head. Feeling the deliberate padding of his wife's long fingers to find his arm and give it a squeeze. Daemon then shifts in closer to them, gingerly resting his forehead against her back. Upending Rhaenyra's grip on his hand to shift and curl hers more comfortably across herself, soothing her finger with his thumb. A little gesture that continues well after he begins to fall asleep.
However long that takes, he doesn't fucking know. He hopes that she sleeps in the time he spends quietly losing his mind. It could have been fifteen minutes or well past the first light began to lighten the sky. But eventually it does, and thank the gods he doesn't dream.]