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[Well, if this isn't the cherry to top off this shit-sundae, Tony doesn't know what is. He's a veritable orphan and yet the prodigal son, is thisclose to a double PhD which he could use to finally escape his name and make a better one, when lo and behold... he's sentenced to indefinite probation at a summer camp. In December. Because of his father. Sperm donor. Whatever.

Merry freaking Christmas.

He elected to postpone any kind of tour and all too soon, and still completely unprepared, found himself at his cabin. With his... siblings. And he can still barely suppress the painful feeling that punched him in the gut the moment he arrived.

This feels like home.

Instead of just embracing the feeling, of course, he's fighting it and off on his own, brooding. As has become habit the past few days. He has some graph paper and a pen and is pretty consistently either sketching or staring off into space.]

{Tony can be found in the Hephaestus cabin, around the cabin, and possibly down by the lake. Wherever it would make sense to sulk for a bit while he sorts out his brain-space and stifles down the unsettling feelings of both belonging and repulsion. Not to mention ignoring exactly what day it is.}

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[He continues to watch, absolutely fascinated. To be fair, he knew plenty about mythology from having it crammed down his throat in private schooling, but he'd never put much weight in any of it. That was coming back to bite him in ways he never wouldn't have anticipated.

Dragons just weren't something he'd ever considered beyond a fleeting thought and one drunken escapade in China Town he can't actually remember all of so, moving on...]

Yeah, looks that way. Friends of yours? [He nods in the direction of her dragons.]

No, they're not my friends.

[She moves to actually get off the bed now, properly standing proud and tall and smoothing off her skirts to actually greet Tony properly. She gives him a once-over and a small smile]

Daenerys of House Targaryen, daughter of Hephaestus and mother of dragons.

[He mirrors her smile to hide his terror. He recognizes it wasn't a threat... okay, he hopes that wasn't a threat, but if he's going to be sleeping in the same general area as this chick, he's starting to think he might need armor.

He stands there awkwardly, still at a distance, wondering if this is where he bows or if offering a hand to shake it acceptable. He manages to amp up his smile a notch instead, and nods in greeting. It's as formal as he can manage without feeling like an idiot.]

Tony ~~of House~~ Stark. Apparent son of Hephaestus. Father of none that I am aware of, the world rejoices.

[It wasn't a threat, it was a correction. He is new, after all, and a cabinmate. At the very least, if she's going to spend so much time around him, she should at least make an ally out of him.

But then he mentions that he's her brother, and her smile grows a little bit. She's had good experiences with her brother Leo here - became closer to him than she could ever say about Viserys, who only made her cower and speak softly. She relaxes just a tad, and the dragons even seem to notice the subtle shift in body language, staring up at her for direction.

Well, except Drogon, who's trying to go for another piece of meat.]

You don't think you would make a good father, then?

[Well, as long as he's less likely to wake up to tiny dragons nomming on his face, he considers it a win. She's definitely kind of intense, but there's also a warmth to her. Like maybe she wouldn't ask a question she didn't want the answer to.

And there's a loaded question if ever there was one, even if she is being conversational. The answer is multifaceted and a little bit painful when he gives it just a moment's thought.]

I... no. I don't think so.

[Simple truth might just be better, for once.]

[She notices the pause, the thought. At least it's not an instant answer, a straightaway 'no'. That would give her all the more reason to wonder. She is often wary of those types of people.

(Though she's been known to act rashly, on impulse, in the past. That's how she got these dragons in the first place.)]

If I may ask - why don't you think you'd be any good?

[He certainly doesn't seem like the unconfident type, for one thing.]

[This is not a conversation Tony ever actually planned to have with anyone, much less someone he just met. He's going to press on. But he'd almost rather be melting his own fingerprints off.

He tries to laugh, but it's just sad and maybe a little bitter. He tries finding words again and finally just sighs, shoulders dropping.]

It's just not in my blood. I have nothing to go on. [I don't ever want to be my father.]

Can we maybe not talk about this, I mean, seriously, just... can we not? Please.

[That, at least, she knows she does. She may have never had much of a good parental experience before - before Leo, who isn't even her parent, he's her older brother, but he's worlds away from Viserys - but she is the blood of Hephaestus, and she is the blood of the dragon. Of course she can mother them.

Still, she doesn't press. She'll learn in time - especially if this is her brother. She has every intention of being...having a stronger, more positive relationship with these brothers than with Viserys.]

Have you met Leo yet?

{ooc: uuuhhhh, timelines... Let's go with no, since his thread is right after this one?}

[Happy for the subject change, though he gets the distinct impression this is only the first of many tests and assessment, he marches right on with the conversation. His shoulders may or may not visibly loosen up a bit.]

Leo... Nope, not ringing a bell.

{ooc: works for me!}

[She notices his shoulders untense - that's good. This is their cabin to share, now - he should at least feel welcome in it.]

He's my - our brother, the counselor here. We have two sisters as well, Sky and Labrys, automatons. And we're also sharing with a magician, his name is Feuilly.

[She pauses before she says Feuilly's name. They may play their verbal game, the knight-and-queen one, but just because they do doesn't mean that most will understand when she refers to him as Ser Feuilly.]

[He doesn't notice the pause, but recognizes a couple of those names.]

Sky I've met... [he trails off after a moment of searching for a way to elaborate on that encounter, and comes up short. Moving on...]

And Feuilly gave me the grand tour, he's pretty chill. [He pauses a moment before his next question.]

So, uh, how long have you been here? You seem like you've really got a handle on all this. [All This being, well, everything from putting up with brand-new siblings to feeding dragon babies...]

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I HAVE BEEN REDUCED TO TEARS THIS IS WONDERFUL

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