I REMADE!
I am gone of this account! You can follow me in the new one. I will not delete this one though, i will keep it for storage purposes!
“My name will last forever. Your name is written in the sand, for the waves to wash away.” Agamenon….
“My name will last forever. Your name is written in the sand, for the waves to wash away.” Agamenon….
“My name will last forever. Your name is written in the sand, for the waves to wash away.” Agamenon….
“My name will last forever. Your name is written in the sand, for the waves to wash away.” Agamenon….
Hello boys! You may have noticed I am a little bit not much active lately… Okay, I have a reason! I’ve been wondering what should I do with this account, since it has become a much different thing than it was when I started playing Viserys…
Right. I’m remaking! I will soon post the link to my new blog and I will refollow all of you in there. The thing is I wanted to start over, taking as my begining point the current interpretation I have of Viserys now, after playing him for almost a year.
So that’s it! Hope I get the chance to play with you all in my new account!
xoxo - Viserys mun
[ Hello! I am not dead! I have only disappeared for some time because I am VERY busy lately, and I still am D:
Just for those who wondered…
-EDIT- And in what concerns to your messages, they will be answered when I have time for it…
Thank you all, and remember that ily
-Viserys mun]
Rhaegar understood what this meant for his baby brother, for it meant as much to him as well. With their father nearly absent from Viserys life as a parent (because their mother did not want his cruelty inflicted on the boy, and because of his own selfish reasons) Rhaegar had stepped up to fill that void. He loved Viserys like he was his own, and had been the first to hold him when he had been born. It was without question that teaching him to use a knife for the very first time meant something very big to Rhaegar.
“Very good.” He said softly, before he turned the fruit over, the bottom part facing up now. “Now I want you to try on your own.” The bottom did not actually need to be cut, but Rhaegar wanted him to have this practice. “Remember, go slowly so that you do not slip and cut yourself.” He spoke softly, before he withdrew his hands, allowing Viserys to try it on his own, without help if he did not want it. If he was unsure or did not feel ready, though, Rhaegar would only gladly intervene again.
Viserys could not even believe his brother was giving him a chance to do it himself, without help. He opened his eyes widely, and stared alternatively at Rhaegar and at the pomegranate, and then at the knife in his hand. A smile came to his lips once he was able to close his mouth and he let out a chuckle before he moved his hand towards the fruit, trying to get the best angle to cut it just like his brother had taught him.
It was strange how much he loved his brother - even more than his father, but in a different way he loved his mother. He was everything that Aerys had never been to him: kind, with his voice soft and musical, with his eyes for some reason sad and his hands made for playing the loveliest music men had ever had the pleasure to hear. If heroes of the stories did exist, Viserys thought they would be very similar to what Rhaegar was.
His little hand moved slowly to cut off the bottom of the pomegranate. He did it slowly, but he did it. Viserys turned his head to stare at Rhaegar, proud of himself. “I did it!” he cried.
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“I will hold you to that,” she replied with a wink. She expected that dwelling on his past was not pleasant and almost wished she had not asked in the first place. It was so difficult to keep a conversation going with a complete stranger.
“Some Dornish wish that we were still separate from the rest of the kingdoms. Even your ancestors could not defeat us as they did the others. Certainly combining your strength with mine will make us formidable, don’t you think?”
His strength she said, and Viserys bit the inside of his cheek: what did he had? His title was the only weapon he wielded. She, however, had an army, money, and power. In that very moment, he felt somehow inferior. And he hated that feeling.
“Yes… indeed” he said, suddenly serious as he looked at the people in the streets, lost in his thoughts.
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“It’s practically at the top of the world.” Ruffnut sighed. “So it’s not surprising you or anyone else hasn’t heard of it. None of us have left Berk Isle for almost three hundred years.” She then rolled her eyes at him insisting he’d know if there were dragons.
“And how would you know? It’s not like you can talk to them or attract them to you. Especially when they’re located at the top of the world. You probably couldn’t even call one to you if you tried.”
His nose wrinkled in anger, and he pursed his lips. “How dare you? The three-headed-dragon is the symbol of my house, and our pride, for the blood of dragons runs down my family’s veins. If I called a dragon, the dragon would come to the call of the one who was born to ride it” he said, raising his chin arrogantly.
“That, if they existed”
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Aerys looked at him and then shook his head. “You were too young, it would have been seen as nothing but murder, which though it was, I could not have over my head.”he replied. That wasn’t true, but he had known that sending Rhaegar would ultimately end in his death, or at least most likely would, and that would have left Viserys, young and easily influenced. It made Viserys a pawn that he could twist and make his own heir, instead of Rhaegar who was going to try to overthrow him.
Viserys let out a bitter laughter. “You could not have a murder over your head father?” he said, staring at him as if he now realized how mistaken that man had always been. “I believe it was a little bit too late for you to think about it this way, wasn’t it? Hadn’t you already killed many? Hadn’t you already burned many? What difference would have made one more?”
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Only just stopping herself from laughing, Emilia rolled her eyes and shook her head, a mixture of amusement and frustration present in her expression. “Oh you have no idea…” With a small smirk, she looked away for a moment. “Which is always best, I’d say. A little unpredictability in life makes it all far more interesting.” She raised her eyebrows and grinned slightly as she turned to face him again. “Wouldn’t you agree?” Honestly, she was just teasing him, as usual. It seemed to be impossible to resist after all.
Smiling just slightly, she simply listened as he spoke before tilting her head and glancing upwards, creating the impression she was contemplating his words. “Hmm…see what I mean by complicated? Honestly, nobody knows whether any gods are real or not. I have met some, none of the ones you speak of…Norse mainly I believe? But, like I said, complicated.” Fingers drumming along her arm, she sighed softly and nodded slowly. “These powers you speak of…I must admit, I am intrigued but all so called magic is a sort of science. A science that is yet to be understood by the vast majority. Perhaps those maesters just haven’t got as developed an understanding of the sciences as people seem to think? By all means, believe in what or who you like Viserys, I’m not trying to change that, honest. I’m just trying to open your eyes to new possibilities, new thoughts and Mainly? I’m just making conversation. Other people’s opinions interest me, that includes your’s.” This time, the smile she gave him was more genuine as she shrugged her shoulders slightly. “Plus, I like a good debate, challenges the mind, what’s not to like?”
Viserys did not want to agree, but he would have to, for she was right. He kept his face straight and his eyes stared into hers, as if he was trying to think wether he should forgive her life or just kill her. He pursed his lips into a fine line. “Aye,this time you are right” he finally said, remarking with his voice the “this time” part. Because it would only be that time.
He wrinkled his nose. It was obvious he did not like to debate, for he always loved to have reason. “Then listen to this, woman: there are things that science will never be able to explain. There are things that are greater than us and that no human being would ever be able to decipher. We are no gods. We are only simple people. There is no way science can be the source of all answers when we ourselves created it. It is no god, it can not give the answer to everything”
Kendrick watched as he tried to food with a slight hint of disgust or disdain. He seemed anxious about the ketchup. She wondered if she had poured to much on her fry. Was it unappealing looking food? Did he find it disgusting? She smiled and opened the box of McNuggets. Kendrick believed she really had to be the best samaritan out there. She had bought this bum practically every item on the menu list. He really should be worshiping her for her kindness. After all not all hot lingerie models were this generous. It was probably a Kendrick thing.
“It’s like tomato paste.”
She watched as he drank. Pulling away, awkwardly, she looked at him. Her hand went to his. “Well, I was thinking, maybe we could spend more time together?” Kendrick couldn’t stand beating around the bush any longer. It had become tiring. She wanted her handsome hobo, and wondered if he wanted her. Biting her fry, she looked at him. “Like tonight. Today. No
Viserys looked at the ketchup and touched it with fascination before leading his finger to his mouth and licking the paste off. It was truly delicious. Another thing that he would obligue his cookers to make for him when he was a king. He smiled to himself, proud. Yes, that he would do. They would have to search for the recipe, of course, he won’t be asking for it to that woman before him that acted so natural in that strange city he had landed in. How had he got there anyway.
“This civilization is not as barbaric as I first thought” he mumbled, enjoying the taste of the ketchup in his mouth.
The drink was dizzy and it was like thousands of little bombs were exploding in his mouth. A shiver ran down his spine. The taste was wonderful but he almost let the drink fall from his hands, surprised. He barely heard her question. He pursed his lips into a fine line and started at her, frowning. “What?”
