midnight textings

[cherrytrees]

The Midnight Texting Meme It's the middle of the night and you're trying to catch some z's — or brooding alone in the alleys, as one does — when your phone dings and suddenly a stranger or a friend is texting you. What could they possibly want at this hour? Is it important? Stupid? Are they drunk or maybe just needy? Do they need help hiding a body??? Pick up your phone and find out! Rules: ● Post with your character's name and canon on the subject line, indicate preferences as needed ● Tag others ● Have fun!

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[satanism]

( does he regret it? dressed down to brass tacks, the act itself... no. he wanted to and so he did, what's there to regret?

it's not even the fact some obsessive photographer caught them in the midst of it, not really. Daniel doesn't much care about what the public thinks of him. as always, if you pull back all the layers of the occasionally nonsensical way he reacts to things, the root is always his family. it rankles to have them so self satisfied, that the status quo they'd pushed him into with both hands isn't as dramatically awful as he made it out to be.

gut instinct is to self sabotage, push Margaery back to a distance to be spiteful. and it's tempting. but it probably wouldn't fix the problem, because the damage is already done, isn't it? impassivity now can't erase what's already done, out and obvious. his family would perhaps mock him more for trying to play at distance when they've got proof positive of the contrary. and it's not from some accident that happened by chance, at some point Daniel must perhaps admit to himself that he is fond of his wife.

getting him to admit it to his wife might be an entirely different battle, though. )

no, which i still find vexing, flying is hell.
i don't know that i'll make a habit of blocking your light, but maybe on occasion it won't hurt.

( no comment on regretting it but willingness to do it again does speak multitudes. )

[versigny]

Of course you'd think so. You willingly dehydrate yourself even more despite the cabins we're in with recycled air.

[ what a pair the two of them always make on flights; Margaery can't count the number of times flight attendants have stopped by their seats with a look of confusion at how one party is rapidly collecting all the cute alcohol bottles and the other is serenely working away, face covered in a face mask, smelling like expensive lotions because she makes it a point to rub more in every hour.

but she's genuinely missed his presence on this flight. there's something nice about being able to lean over to her husband's seat just so she can be nosy about what he's chosen to watch, or hijacking his arm and shoulder without permission, just so she has another heat source on top of the blankets tucked around her legs as she settles in for a nap. it's not the same even when she has an empty seat next to her for her to dump all her shit on. ]

It's only fair, since I love blocking yours when I can.

[ when she wears heels, they're nearly the same height. when she's not wearing heels, not even her best attempts to give him a kiss on the cheek can make much of a dent in his light. ]

It made me really happy.
Thank you.

[satanism]

if i'm going to explode at 30,000 feet i'm not going to do it sober.

( Daniel's personality and emotional reactions to most things have been metered, sanded down with time. still, everyone has something — and his something is flying. realistically Daniel knows the chances of dying on an airplane are astronomically low, but wouldn't that just be Le Bail luck to beat that statistic?

it's not as bad when they fly together. maybe it's the lavender perfume she wears specifically on flights. or because she winds around the arm that usually does the drinking, as apparently that's more comfortable than the tissue paper pillows airlines like to hang out. who knows why, really, Daniel isn't inclined to dissect it. )

i'm sure. you know i think this is the most excited an online publication has been about my existence in maybe ten years. and that's including when we got married.

( because... finally some positive press reception is what she means. surely. )

[versigny]

[ that's fair. she knows a thing or two about growing up in a family like theirs - in a whole other world of wealth than most could dream of - so on some level, it's easier to accept their outlandish beliefs because she knows it's what Daniel's grown up with. it's all he's known. how can she blame him when these fears were jam-packed into him so young?

then again, when he very obviously does mental gymnastics to avoid a genuine compliment like this (effortlessly, which makes it worse), her desire to piss his parents off only doubles in size. ]

It almost sounds like they're rooting for your bad boy image to finally break and show that you actually have a heart.

And that's not what I meant.
I actually haven't even taken a look at any of the publications yet.

[satanism]

i'm not sure about that. it must just be nice to have something else to cover for a change, they've been printing the same stories for months. years maybe.

you haven't checked your social media feed since you landed and you expect me to believe you aren't jetlagged?

( how else is it possible she's not immediately on the pulse of something related to her image? perhaps trying to subtly make sure it ends up in front of Cersei Lannister and conniving exactly how she can manage that without being too obvious.

that she'd been too busy fishing through congratulations from her family would be a hard one for him to wrap his head around. a family?? ? ?? being ??? supportive? ??? is that really a thing )

[versigny]

[ she's not about to tell Daniel that her family was worried about them, so - ]

Something came up with Loras. He was at a club, accidentally bumped into someone while drunk, they recognized him, and now they're threatening to sue with assault charges.

[ which isn't not true, but good luck to that poor fellow trying to make some coin. threatening a wealthy family like this is definitely not the way to do it, and the actual discussion of it was more Olenna letting her know that she'd take care of it as an afterthought. ]

I actually miss you, if you can believe it.

[satanism]

are they? well, i wish them the best of luck.

( trumping up false charges for a buyout isn't unheard of, though trying to pull the wool over on Olenna Tyrell requires an impressive amount of either stupidity or desperation. )

of course. i can perfectly imagine how much you grieve your lack of sullen shadow and suffering through finishing your own drinks.

( truth be told, he can believe it, if only because he misses her, too. these trips she's always off on feel longer and longer of late. a dangerous slide that he probably can't get off of, now that he's started slipping. so what's left for him but to downplay and hope Margaery never notices? nothing could possibly go wrong with that plan. )

[versigny]

[ yes, he's a sullen shadow and a drink thief, but he's her sullen shadow and now that she gets to see the bottom of her glass, it's disconcertingly lonely. even the ridiculously soft bed doesn't feel as comfortable when she doesn't feel like she can roll over and find a larger, warmer living pillow that has plenty to groan about lost space. ]

Speaking of, will you be okay going back to having to finish out all your own drinks instead of having most of mine? Promise me you'll be careful and take it easy.

[ typed out and deleted: Please don't be anyone else's sullen shadow, even for a night. ]

[satanism]

be careful? so much for going back to the thrilling days of being a bachelor while the cat's away.

( the thrilling days of drinking too much and leaving his mother on read, that is. wait, he still does that. maybe there's not much to retreat to there... )

i'll be fine, margaery. do try to enjoy your agriculture conference, as i continue to wonder why you don't have an assistant to pretend to be interested for you.

[versigny]

Loras already has that move covered, unfortunately. But also, if I send an assistant, they won't be able to bring back as many freebies as I do and I'm pretty sure we're still working off all the wine from the gift baskets I got last year.

I'll check in with you as much as I can. I can't wait for you to see all the pictures of me enjoying myself and try to guess how much fun I'm actually having. Maybe we can settle a prize if you get a certain amount of points?

[satanism]

you say that like we can't buy our own wine. and your family doesn't own their own wineries, for that matter.

( let an intern write bad notes for her and call it a perk of the job that she gets the spoils!!! )

that game feels unbalanced, you're much better at pretending to enjoy yourself than i am. i'd at least need a video call to guess properly.

( not like he wants to facetime his wife. it's totally not that. )

🎀?

[versigny]

Semantics~

[ he's very graciously forgotten to mention that she could probably buy the most expensive wines in the world every single day for the rest of her life with his account and it wouldn't even make a dent in their numbers. ]

I'll call you tomorrow after the first day of the conference? Try to fit me into your packed reality TV schedule, love. ❤️ And don't finish the Levain cookies without me!