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@ofviscrys

“because you do. you wouldn’t come to me if you didn’t want something. i’m not generally the type of man people approach unless there’s something in it for them.” viserys spoke, sipping from his drink as his eyes fell on the other. “so what is it ? you want access to my sister ? i can get you in a room with her, but i can’t control things after that. or do you want me to do some horrible deed you can’t do yourself ? because, people don’t seem to believe that i do not act on behalf of others, and i do not control the dragon. it comes out whether i like it or not, and so far, you are testing it’s patience.”

It’s almost laughable or would have been if it weren’t for the fact the man before him talks about selling his sister as if it was nothing. But he’s careful, he;s always been careful in the matter of learning who to listen to, who knows information, who can be of use. Be careful of this one. It’s a warning held from Thorn, he lets his dragon slip the message, careful as ever, watching the man with his drink.  “Why would you be so willing to sell her?” It’s a question that soft spoken, and perhaps one not meant to be asked, but he an outsider. That would be of more use than one could imagine if they knew the extent of his power.

[fifthbornforrester]

@ofviscrys | continued from x 

There was one word that caught her off guard. Only her head turned, her fingers remaining draped over the ledge of the balcony. The orange and pink hues of the sunset reflected off of her fair skin, covering her face in light and shadow at the same time. 

“We?” Viserys had said time and time again that this was his kingdom. Yet, the swap of ‘I’ and ‘we’ was more than surprising. 

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“I don’t trust you, Uncle. But I will rely on you if needed.” 

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“james potter, what would your little gang of pals think of you kissing the son of aerys targaryen, in the slytherin common room no less.” viserys smirked, after sneaking the gryffindor in and up to the dorms with bottles of butterbeer. “we have class at eight in the morning, i don’t think we’re going to be making it, do you, POTTER ?”

“Think Sirius might have a bit of fun trying to bruise your face, but the others I don’t think would care,” James grinned, very comfortable and stretched out like a cat on the bed. He was rather fond of exciting things, and the Slytherin was without doubt exciting. Usually he didn’t very much like Slytherins, just as a practice, but he made a bit of an exception. He’d go back to chasing Evans later. “I think being here is much more interesting than potions, really.”

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👐 - if it came to it, if dany and I couldn’t work things out and you were forced to pick, who would it be?

send 👐+ any question and Jon will have to answer it truthfully (accepting) // @ofviscrys

          it is not completely out of cogitation… which is, precisely, what makes it so troublesome to contemplate; because it’s no non-sense, because it is no far-fetched scenario one might laugh off. he does doubt it will come to that, having grown to know both sister dragon && brother dragon well beyond the first layer that meets the eye — but he’d once thought giants to be IMPOSSIBLE to exist outside Old Nan’s tales, as well. much as it clenches at his throat, however, forcing the bastard to clear it before answering, he doesn’t require long to ponder.

‘ i have already pledged myself to Daenerys… and i would not see my word undone by whims of the heart. ‘

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icb @ofviscrys and i can go from bickering in multiple threads to plotting murder together.

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“what the HELL is going on ?!” viserys yelled, marching closer to the female in front of him. the last thing he remembered was begging his sister for his life, to stop her precious khal drogo from murdering him with a molton crown, and then he was in front of the slender woman. he had been attempting to hit through a wall, which seemed to be thinner than it was, clearly so. “i need to find him, i need to MURDER him, the lying savage, and you will not stop me ! be careful, little lady. you don’t want to WAKE THE DRAGON.”

               THE UNDERWORLD QUEEN did not bother to hide her laughter  ---  the noise is beautiful, musical, and mocking. humans who feel they can threaten gods always meet the most amusing ends. dead humans have no ends to reach; instead they feel pain. their screams are harmonic. “ tell me, then, where can i find this dragon? ” persephone asks, head tilted calmly. “ all i see before me is a trembling lizard. ” 

               SUPPLE LEGS CROSS as she settles into her iron throne. she allows him to dangle for a moment, hazel eyes examining him. he is a small boy, no farther in life than his twenty-fifth year, if that, and scrawny. yet she has no sympathy for him. he had been a cruel, short-sighed boy in life. it seems he has not learned in death. “ are you finished then? i have no patience for little boys who refuse to listen to their betters. bend the knee to your new queen willingly, or you will be forced. ”

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❝ i’m taking what is mine, ❞ joffrey says in a slurred impression of viserys. he’s perhaps had to much wine, but it was viserys what could go wrong? they’d yell a bit and fight but they were two of a kind. joffrey could tell. ❝ and by your smile you didn’t- ❞ he hiccups. ❝ you didn’t hate it. ❞