weep not for the memories

[brushoff]

WHO: Everybody!
WHERE: all cities
WHEN: March 4 - March 6
WHAT: it's a catch-all log, sucka! Tag here and thread around for the Dorian Ruins Everything Guilt Extravaganza part of the overall March plot. Please check out this ooc post for details!
WARNINGS: Traumatic memories. Possible talk of murder, death, blood, other nasty things. I'll try to update if the warnings needed but please use content warnings if it gets super nasty!

It starts off on March 4th, the early morning before the sun's even risen. You know those weird mirages that were hanging around the day before? Well now it's getting a little personal.

These mirages come and go seemingly for no reason. They might stay for a minute, they might stay for an hour. The images vary between person but the unifying factor is that the mirages consist of people the player characters have hurt, whether people in-game or from their homes. Whether they murdered them, slandered them, or even had a petty little argument, the unifying factor is the guilt each character feels towards or about this mirage. After all, you know you hurt them somehow. You know their existence somehow makes you feel guilty.

Another unifying factor? The creepy way these mirages just seem to stick to you. They'll follow you if you try to leave, staring you down with their creepy unblinking mirage eyes. And whoops: everybody can see said mirages. Hopefully you're not being stalked by someone you and somebody else both know, wouldn't that be awkward?

Have fun confronting your traumatizing past and/or wondering why your buddy's got some creepy ghost guy following him, imPorts!

( ooc: this is a catch-all log! Make starters of your characters getting haunted by their creepy mirages, have other people react to said creepy mirages, ???, profit. Hit me up on the ooc post if you have any questions! )

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[jalan]

There are other questions she might ask. Ones that Viserys wouldn't be able to answer, or would be cruel to force him to try. There are thoughts that rise that she doesn't voice now, because Viserys brought the vision to her with intentions that seem -- in this moment -- to be good, rather than hurtful. She'd asked for peace, and he's complied.

Dany lifts her hand like she might touch the vision, but stops shy of it, as if to do so might cause a ripple, or inspire it to disperse.

"She saved us," she says, a simple statement, understated but a little sad, a little proud, all the same. "And our name." And, honestly, the rest of the Seven Kingdoms, if Jon Snow's stories of ice monsters holds any water. She looks at Viserys, then, side along, considering. "Has our father appeared to you?"

[emgoldened]

A ripple, almost. Their mother tilts her head, the skin near her eyes crinkle with her smile. She ceases the rub of her belly and rests her hands atop it. She is fond, and kind, and warm, and proud—definitely a Targaryen simmering behind those purple eyes.

"No." His voice has a hard edge, better than any strain. He does not want to see their father. Fortunately, he holds no guilt for that one, not even imagined. "Mother and I had more time together. I do not remember Father as well as I once did."

Sometimes he is quieter. Sometimes he is yelling. Sometimes their father appears a wild, firebreathing monster in Viserys' memories — and sometimes, that is a good image. Others, it is the stuff of nightmares.

He doesn't let on this may be a negative thing. Of course not. Instead he joins his sister, standing next to her with his eyes on that crown.

"That was meant to be yours," he mused aloud. "Unless you desired another, or one for yourself. I'd wanted the crown of Daemon."

Finally, a bit of whine sneaks in. A bit of complaint. A bit of normalcy.