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maskormenacelogs2017-05-04 08:05 pm
emgoldened) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-05-04 08:05 pm
the messiah is my sister
WHO: Targaryen siblings
WHERE:
WHEN: Early May
WHAT: Dragon to dragon chatter about command and conquer.
WARNINGS: standard canon stuff
He'd notified her ahead of time, much to his displeasure. He shouldn't have to. He was supposed to be the king, damn it all, the idea of permission and cautiousness was just so vile considering what was suppose to be. What had always been promised.
Perhaps that thinking led to downfalls; not that Viserys was likely to realize such.
He arrives in familiar colors, black slacks and a red shirt, hair cut and partially pulled back. A familiar length and style before the heat and stress of the Dothraki sea took hold. Frayed him inside and out as his sister grew and became something greater. There would be no one from their home who would be able to see him and not recognize him as a Targaryen.
"Thank you for agreeing to see me, sister."
The words sound strange. His face mirrors the strangeness he feels and he even manages a reasonable distance between them. A bright side, though, that this oddness is not born from any sort of mockery, no oozing bitterness. Rather, he's like a man tasting something he'd only just learned existed for the very first time. Gratitude, even the sort that could be considered hollow, offered to his sister was just...hm. Wasn't sure about this one.
WHERE:
WHEN: Early May
WHAT: Dragon to dragon chatter about command and conquer.
WARNINGS: standard canon stuff
He'd notified her ahead of time, much to his displeasure. He shouldn't have to. He was supposed to be the king, damn it all, the idea of permission and cautiousness was just so vile considering what was suppose to be. What had always been promised.
Perhaps that thinking led to downfalls; not that Viserys was likely to realize such.
He arrives in familiar colors, black slacks and a red shirt, hair cut and partially pulled back. A familiar length and style before the heat and stress of the Dothraki sea took hold. Frayed him inside and out as his sister grew and became something greater. There would be no one from their home who would be able to see him and not recognize him as a Targaryen.
"Thank you for agreeing to see me, sister."
The words sound strange. His face mirrors the strangeness he feels and he even manages a reasonable distance between them. A bright side, though, that this oddness is not born from any sort of mockery, no oozing bitterness. Rather, he's like a man tasting something he'd only just learned existed for the very first time. Gratitude, even the sort that could be considered hollow, offered to his sister was just...hm. Wasn't sure about this one.