emgoldened: Baby, don't hurt me. Don't hurt me no more. (What is love? (love))
ᴠɪᴄᴇʀᴏʏ sʜɪᴛʜᴇᴀᴅ ([personal profile] emgoldened) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs 2017-02-28 07:14 am (UTC)

[His palm is bleeding, one finger as well, but Viserys does not register even the physical pain of that, too busy noticing whatever the hell is happening. He stares in wide-eyed, slack-jawed horror, a split second from screaming when he realizes there is some room about his neck. Whatever the end result, it's now or never.

Rincewind is not the only one capable of vanishing. It's so much easier when Viserys has a wounded hand instead of a broken arm, when he isn't being held by blood riders, when he doesn't have a room full of people mad at him for only wanting what was promised.

Clumsiness results in Viserys taking that opening, slipping only to flip over the bar, landing on knees and elbows and nearly his face with all the grace of Domeric Bolton's harp-playing compared to the natural majesty of Rhaegar's talented fingers. Not the wisest of move, but does put a huge chunk of wood between them.

Roaring, glass threatening to shatter, Viserys ignores any bartender running about and stuffs himself beneath the counter, too afraid to look over it and crouched just enough that bear claws will not be able to get at him. At least, not without serious reach and skills.

Now this? This feels more like home.
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