GoT : moderne : second chances
There was a moment in one's life when they are presented with a choice. Either continue with their bullshit or change. Viserys wake-up call was at Dornes. His possessivity and violence took a turn to the worst when he allowed himself to stab a man who was getting too close to his princess. It was a split-second decision and yet, he managed to take the worst of them. The reaction of the beautiful blonde was enough to draw him back to a corner. He realized that he went too far and that he was perhaps the monster as his father and siblings called him when he crossed the line. He could still remember, as he showered in Kyra's bathroom, of all the bad he'd just done. The blood that he smeared on the walls of her bedroom, on the doorknob as he tried to enter her room. He remembered the blood he smeared on his perfect pale face and that he had troubles washing off of his skin. He remembered her face. The face of terror and fear. She was afraid of him, of what he was, and what could potentially happen to her.
This was too much for him to handle. The heartache seemed impossible to wipe out or drown with the soft ways he had at his disposal. Party planning wasn't fun anymore, he didn't care for hard drugs. The occasional blunt help him suffer less and wine had always been a trusty companion but it wasn't enough to make her go away. It wasn't enough to make the memories of their first time on that plane go away. The tenderness with which she was holding him, the kisses, the fingers scratching his back, marking him with her claws. He couldn't forget the way she moaned his name, asked for more, and played with him until he was on his metaphorical knees for her. They bonded like he never bonded before and in one gesture, the dragon prince ruined everything. But he wanted to remain sober, he needed to remember everything she made him feel. So began a long fight with himself, without the support of his family given the horrors he made them live. How could Dany respect and support the man who kept abusing her when they were kids? How could she respect the drug addict he became? Bäahal was terrified of him, and for good reasons since he beat her up, so badly that she still had the scar made by the metallic tip of his boots. He kicked her so hard, she had a lung collapse and nearly died that day. That was when Rhaegal took him apart and scolded him. Calling him a disappointment.
He tried to remain sober and succeeded, despite the friends trying to bring him back into this type of life. Angel, his best friend, and musician of his band was always creating situations where Vis would usually just give in to the appeal of whatever drug that was presented, but he rejected each and every one of these, claiming to want to remain sober. Much to Angel's dismay. But this sobriety helped him. It helped him write a new EP that sold well and he performed at night at private parties. That helped him realized that he fell in love with Kyra and needed a second chance and getting his shit together. That helped him be vulnerable in front of her, admitting to his faults and to his triggers. His father's betrayal, his mother's poisonous words he grew up with, the violent fits because he was the second son, the less than perfect son, and the guilt of surviving Rhaegal. Seeing Bäahal still trying to save him and bond with him was the straw that broke the camel's back. He wasn't worthy of her affection, let alone her desire to save her family. He wasn't worthy yet. He still had to make amends to her, but one thing at a time. Right now, he had a second chance and he took it.
Who would have thought? That, in a span of a couple months, someone he just met randomly, with the desire to annoy her like he so casually bantered and bickered with her older sister would become so important to him? She saw past the smoke, past the addictions, and saw the good in him that even he hadn't seen in years. She put him back on track, accepting, however, that he was an asshole still and accepting that he might have a hard time staying sober. She still accepted this. All she requested was that they communicated, that they trusted each other, that they were only for one another. He dropped his head in the shower, letting it wash his neck while he gently hit his palm against the tiled wall. He could do it, and if he managed to make her happy, then he will be happy because nothing mattered more to him than her smile and her happiness. He prayed to the seven gods old and new that they would help him.
-TBC-
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