GOT (modern): Viserys and violence

Viserys had been in a couple fights in his youth. While he couldn't remember the reasons that led to them, he could still feel the burn of each bruise he received from his opponents. He could still remember the taste of their blood, the bruises on his knuckles from punching so hard that he broke their bones or dislocated their jaws. He could still remember their swollen heads, his swollen cheeks, the cuts on his lips, the rage within. He could still remember the surge of adrenaline from the first blow landed or the relief after he spent himself up. He loved to fight, he loved how it made him feel alive. He loved the sight of the other guy(s) battered into a pulp at his feet. He was feral, the one true Dragon King. 

Gone were the days when alcohol and drugs messed him up so bad that he couldn't remember shit from the day before. Gone were the days when he would fight at the slightest provocation, just for the thrill of it. Gone were the days he lived so dangerously but it would be unwise to think that he got softer. If anything, he became even more dangerous because now he could predict, prepare, and remember the beatdowns he delivered.  That violence within him was not gone if anything, now he just needed a good excuse to lash out, something... someone to try his newfound patience out. If anything, Viserys became even scarier for the sound minds because he was in perfect control of himself and the level of violence he was willing to dish out at any given moment.  

The only difference, at least in Bäahal's eyes, was that he was now fighting to protect his loved ones rather than simply for the love of drawing blood and breaking bones. This time, he was fighting with intent and a desire to destroy the threat to the point that there was nothing left.  Strangely enough, she wished she had a brother like him when growing up, who would protect her from bullies instead of being her biggest one. Perhaps, she would have had a different life if he wanted to protect her rather than destroy her. but that was in the past. Today, at least, when it mattered even more, Viserys was there for her. 

Got (modern): Viserys - A clear mind.

A clear mind. Viserys had managed to remain sober for several months now. While a part of him was proud of his efforts, another was in agony.  He couldn’t deny the pain he caused his family, especially not the one he Inflicted on Bäahal. The insults, the physical blows…. Her tears. Her screams… he felt everything.  Everything was easier when he was drunk, everything felt like a blurry scene he barely remembered. He went from one party to another, a pair of legs to another and he drowned his sorrows with booze. 

Daenerys forced him to sober up, as she needed him to shoulder the responsibilities of their estate. She forced him to get his mind straight if he wanted to recover his financial freedom. He did so, first because he didn’t want to be dependent on his little sister any longer and because he felt that he was losing his grip on reality. He was violent, well he has been since his childhood, and for the longest time Viserys had never reflected on his actions but now? Now that he was sober? He saw his sister flinch whenever he walked into a room she was in. He saw her fidget with her clothes when she was talking to him and he saw her stiffen as soon as he opened his mouth.  That made him reflect on his behavior and motivated him to remain sober. 

« Is he still the Dragon Prince? ». Some would ask, curious about his clear-headed behavior.  « Oh he is now the Dragon King! » others would say. Viserys now sober was even more terrifying than before. He always managed to steal the show as soon as he entered a room. He always managed to make others hold their breaths until he spoke or did their best to get his approval. They wanted to please him because he made or broke reputations.  They needed to please him because he was the king of the night. He was the Dragon King. And while he made sure to keep his violence in check, they knew that it was boiling under the surface. They knew he was far more dangerous today than before. He was aware of it too.

GOT (modern): Oh Father

Bäahal visited Rhaegar's grave at the Targaryen Estate's family vault. She had not visited him since his death because she couldn't bring herself to acknowledge his death. She blitz-walked her way into the vault and stood in front of his grave. Unlike other Targaryen family vaults, this one was very sober. The graves were made of the finest marble with gold lettering.  Rhaegar's was beautiful and surprisingly still cared for. On the floor were offerings and flowers which embellished the place and brought some well-needed color to it. Bäahal felt a pang in her heart, the weight of her grief suddenly crushed her shoulders and like she always did when she was upset or overwhelmed, the young woman lowered herself and sat on the floor.  She put the bouquet of lilies she brought to her brother on the floor, near the other bouquets, and crossed her legs. 

Her heart was beating hard against her chest, hammering so loudly that she could hear it clearly. Her breathing was uneven, and sharp as she was holding back tears. The reality of the death of Rhaegar was setting in. She chewed at her bottom lip and covered her mouth with her right hand. What could she say to him? What could she say to make up for remaining silent during his funerals? Bäahal was stunted, unable to process the death of the only sibling who tried to make amends with her. A moment before his death, Rhaegar came to her and apologized for the way he mistreated her before. He realized that she was just a child who not only didn't ask to be born to their father but who also lost her mother to illness. She was just a child who became the scapegoat of her mother's hatred and who was bullied by her own siblings. She was just a child and he treated her like an enemy. Rhaegar was the only one who took an interest in what she loved, who encouraged her to pursue her dancing career, and who apologized to her. Then he died. 

"Hey..."

She shut her mouth and covered it with her warm hand once again. Could she really talk to him? Bäahal felt that she couldn't. It was above her strength. The young woman wanted to puke, she felt nauseous and her heartbeats went faster as she stared at the grave. Her eyes swelled up with tears and she fought a sob from erupting from her mouth.  She wanted to cry, she needed to puke... She couldn't just sit there and take in the fact that her older brother was dead and she lost the opportunity to know him better. She had worked through the anger she felt towards her father and had forgiven him for his shortcomings. He was a father who tried to be there for his children. He loved all of them and while he was not in love with his wife anymore, he still cared for her. She was still family to him. He was aware that falling in love with someone else would hurt her, but he couldn't fight his feelings for Sunni. He just couldn't. She was the one who asked him to stay with his family while she would raise their child by herself. She was the one who ensured that he didn't break his family apart to chase a feeling she knew could be fleeting. 

"Rhaegar... I..." 

Bäahal was still struggling to find her words.  Her breathing became more labored and she shook her head.  Aerys II hurt so many people with his choices. It was true that you couldn't choose who you fell in love with but his affection for her mother brought destruction to his family.  The physical and verbal abuse she received from her siblings and mother-in-law wrecked her self-esteem and her father, despite his attempt at making things better, couldn't fix it. He loved them until his death but they suffered because of him too. Rhaegar realized it and that prompted him to go on a healing path. Daenerys was slowly starting to follow their brother's steps but it took Bäahal's rebellion to get there. Viserys? Well, he was sober now and he did apologize for his violence towards her. Yet she was missing her father. She was missing Rhaegar. She needed to hear his voice again, to hear him speak to her again, and to see how proud of her he would be today. 

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry!"

She sobbed, unable to find her words. She turned around to puke on the floor as tears streamed down her cheeks. There was nothing she could have said, no coherent thoughts that could form in her mind because there only was sorrow in her heart. She was missing her older brother and only now, did she realize that he was dead, she didn't cry for him or speak at his funerals. He was dead and he would never come back to her. He was dead and he would never see how she was turning her life around and making progress with both her family and her personal life. A best friend, a lover... She was finally living instead of punishing her for existing and he was not here to witness it.  Bäahal sobbed harder, tears fell on the floor. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and ran her fingers through her hair.  Fuck.. Fuck.. Fuck! 

Got (modern): Viserys was happy

 Happy, He was happy. 

He could feel it in his veins and in the way his body was reacting to hers. 

Viserys slept better since he became sober. He even had the luxury to dream, warm dreams about the love of his life. 

Whether they were together or alone, the silver fox was at peace, knowing that at least someone, somewhere in Westeros was caring for him. 

Happy, He was happy.

The silver fox had been seen smiling more since the two of them got together. He had the paps curious about him, he had past "flames" believe they were the ones who made him feel better, and he even had his friends feel threatened by his good mood. Little did they know that it was Kyra, his beautiful kitten, his girlfriend....what a sweet word that was, girlfriend. it was her, who made his world a lot more better.

Kyreris: Love

Kyreris: 

Love. 

That was quite a silly thing, wasn't it? How was it possible that the thought of someone could change a day? how was it that the laughter or the smile of someone could turn a frown upside down? how was it that the desire to make that person happy could trump the desire to go down a rabbit hole? 

Love made the Silver Fox try and be a better person. he wanted to make Kyra smile and comfort her in the choice she made. She chose to give him a second chance, despite his many fucks up. Despite his violent streak, his unforgiving behavior. Viserys was a bad boy. He was scarred for life by the tragedy of his family. The loss of the love of two people led to premature death and a lifetime of sorrow for the surviving souls. 

For so long, he hated his father for what he did to his mother and their family. yet.. now.. now he was starting to understand that Love wasn't rational. love wasn't the stack of reasons that should have driven him away from Kyra. Love wasn't being measured or being docile. Love was passionate. love was selfless... love was absolute. 

So here he was, trying to set himself straight away so Kyra would be proud of him. here he was, trying to become a better person just so he could see her smile. Why was that? Oh yes.. it was Love. 

It was Love.

Kyreris: A bee in the trap

Slender fingers tapped against the wooden table of the restaurant he dined at. Sharp purple eyes stared at the waiter who anxiously waited for him to order. Viserys wasn’t alone, Angel his “best friend” was sitting across the table with him. It was quite a contrast, to see the neat suit-wearing, tall silver-haired pale man next to a man who looked like he belonged to a grunge band. Long black wet hair, rings on all of his fingers, a five o’clock beard he didn’t care about, and his fingers were a little bit blackened by the use of cigarettes and other drugs. His teeth weren’t aligned anymore due to fights and bad dental hygiene. He didn’t look like a bum, more like Ozzy Osborn in his worst years. Still, he tagged along with Viserys. He was his best friend after all, and his lead musician. 

He was the one who insisted on having dinner with Viserys. He was upset that his friend had been MIA for months

 now. Oh, they talked over the phone, through texts and whatnot but Vis didn’t attend the parties anymore. He didn’t get shitfaced with his band anymore. He didn’t live the same lifestyle and that became a problem for Angel. There clearly was a woman involved and if the tabloids were right about it, that woman was a famous one. Strangely enough, Viserys didn’t talk about her, he didn’t mention her, which prompted Angel to suggest they had dinner together. 

Viserys was oblivious to his friend’s scorn. He didn’t see life in a negative way anymore. Why would he, when he had found bliss in the arms of Kyra Lannister? Why would he when he was slowly becoming the best version of himself? He had stopped doing hard drugs and while he had the occasional weed blunt, he still worked on weaning himself off of it too. He had a clear mind, better skin, and better physical condition as a whole but on top of it, what really made the Dragon King Happy was the love of his life. Kyra made him happy. She made a man out of him and his thoughts were mostly focused on her. 

She was the impulse he needed to become a better brother. It was hard, honestly hard to make up for his past behavior. Baahal forgave him, but he could see the pain he had inflicted upon her. He could see how nervous she was around him and how sad he made her. He had to take it, after all, he had to see the pain and distress he had caused if he wanted to do better by his sisters. At least he was doing it right. His sisters forgave him. He just needed to win them over and earn their trust and this was something he would be doing.  Kyra was the impulse he needed to snap out of his destructive behavior and truly become the Dragon King. He loved to imagine what she’d think of him that night. He was wearing a red suit, with hints of black and gold. He was wearing her colors and he made sure she knew how good he looked that night. 

“Mister….” He looked at the name tag of the waiter. “Alexander! A friend suggested I try your establishment. It’s said to be one of the finest on the block. I expect impeccable service, I don’t take no for an answer and, you must never speak when I don’t allow you to. Unless it’s for something urgent and I can’t stress it enough. If the whole place isn’t on fire, wait until I call you to say something. Do you understand?” The waiter nodded and managed to say a weak “yes”. Viserys flashed him a wolffish grin before he focused his gaze on his friend. 

“You’re unbelievable, Vis. I’ve never seen you in such a setting.”

“We never got the chance to do it, A. There is a first time for everything right?” He then furrowed his brows and tilted his head to the side, now facing him completely. “Why did you want to see me?” 

“We don’t see you around anymore, Vis. What happened? Is the band still okay?” 

“I didn’t give up on you. I just needed a break. We’re good Angel. I’m good! Better than good.”

“Then prove it, Vis. Let’s put on a new show. Let’s get together and write and sing.” He encouraged. Viserys didn’t see any malice from his friend, but in truth, Angel was being afraid to lose the hold he had on Viserys. If he didn’t do drugs anymore how could he be manipulated? “Rumors have it that you’re seeing someone?” Vis shrugged. 

“With those rumors, I am dating a thousand women per day. Don’t listen to the paps, A. I’m just figuring things out with my family that’s all.” He didn’t like to lie but he wanted to protect her safety and it was best if their relationship was just between the two of them. His lips hurt though because he wanted to tell his best friend all about how great Kyra was and how much he loved her but he had to swallow those words down.

Angel didn’t believe him. Vis had tried rehab a long time ago and he always failed. If it worked, someone might have a hand in this and he was determined to find who. Viserys, oblivious as he was, was simply daydreaming about his girl. About the wonderful dress, she would be wearing or the next photo shoot she’d have.  He realized that he was missing her, the sound of her voice, her laughter, and even more, her warmth. She was away and he fought the desire to call her. Instead, he grabbed his phone and typed:

[text: Lionness]

“I miss you, Kitten. I am with my bestie tonight. Remind me to introduce you to him if you feel comfortable about it. I just want to hug you and fall asleep on you. TMI? Love you. Enjoy yourself 🐉

Viserys and Kyra: love

No matter how convincing her voice was,

He knew how she truly felt when he looked into her eyes,

She couldn't hide the love she felt for him,

It was eating her alive, blowing her mind away,

It was like a burning thousand suns and freezing cold stars,

It gave her shivers down her spine and took her breath away,

How could one love someone that much?

How could one confess such feelings?

She was scared of losing it all if she ever dared let him know, let him feel,

But unlike many others, unlike those monsters in her mind,

He simply bent forward, cupped her cheek, and stole a kiss,

He loved her with all his mighty heart,

It was just too much for words,

For none could explain how he was truly feeling,

None could let her know how much he needed her,

Her love, her warmth, her strength, her light

For she was the light in his darkness,

His anchor on this troubled sea he was sailing on.

She was his everything, his very world, his reason d’être.

And for her, he would have trespassed any law, any danger.

For him, she would have done the same, even more.

For her life was worth living when he was in it.

His life was worth living, ONLY when she was in it. ~

Doya: "Oya and Liv."

 A smile. Oya was wondering how long it had been since she last saw Liv genuinely smile. Eternity maybe -Well, it did feel like it had been a very long time- But it didn't matter much. What truly mattered was the smile on her face. What truly mattered, was the warmth in her heart and the hearty laughter that always followed. Being busy with her daily job, made their meetings very scarce and so far and few in between BUT, each moment spent together drew the two women closer together. Well, Jacob certainly knew of Liv, and Dean certainly heard about her (perhaps the same healthy amount she discussed her childhood friends, the Thomases), but Oya's heart could recognize kin when she saw it. A smile. it was but just a smile.

Kyreris: the Promise

 

I could go on about all the things I love about you. I could go on and find excuses for my possessive behavior.  I’ll never clip your wings, I can promise you that. I can’t, however, promise I would never seek your company, nor carefully look at whoever is trying to get close to you. See, I want to protect you. I know you’re capable of doing so yourself and if anything, Dornes is a lesson I’m not going to forget. What I won’t be able to do, is watch an asshole come and bother you, and do nothing about it. What I won’t be able to do, is let another man tell me how much he wants to fuck you and what he’ll do to make you as if you were his. I’m not having that. I’m not having that shit. I refuse to let scumbags like the one at Dornes treat you like you are some meat and get away with it. I have that temper, I have to admit. I have that terrible temper that makes me see red and makes me want to destroy whoever and whatever makes me angry. I have a tendency to want to protect those I care about. The list is very short and you are in it. So I won’t apologize for wanting to protect you. I can’t promise I won’t beat the crap out of an asshole who disrespected you but I can promise you that I will try to keep you from crying because of me. I can promise you that. I will try! The gods know what love can do. And it turns out that I love you.

modern! Viserys x Bäahal xDanny trivia

VISERYS personality/ trivia :

• He tends to tap his fingers against the table or his thigh when he's extremely upset. The more intensely he does it, the more upset he is.

• His voice tends to turn cold when angry/upset and his eyes take a deep shade

• viserys tends to have a wolfish grin

• he always speaks his mind, he also boasts a lot (with reasons to do so)

• he is assertive, demanding, commanding. Everyone stops breathing when he enters the scene.

• He tends to find comfort in drugs, sex, the fast life

• he is extremely jealous and possessive

• his pale skin turns hot red when he's angry so he can't really hide it.

• He is very much into Kyra Lannister (he doesn't just know how much yet nor how it'll impact him)

• He never lies. He might not understand all of his emotions, but he won't lie or deflect.

• He's arrogant and calls himself the dragon king's son.

• Kyra's nickname is the "silver fox" (and he loves it)

• he doesn't hesitate and actually bought Kyra the bikini he wanted to see her with

• he STARES and undresses you.

• He loved his mother and his brother Rhaegar

• He physically and mentally abused Daenerys (but could care, to some extent),

• He did the same to Bäahal but hates her because of what she embodies

• he loved and hated his father for what he did to their mother

• He feels empty inside, that's why he sunk down the rabbit hole

• but he's also naturally mean, violent and cruel

• Dany is his legal guardian. So she controls his money

• he is a singer and a party planner in his free time. (mostly rock/ punk music)

• he's lean but muscular. He could model if he wanted to.

• He's a dominant, when it comes to sex, he's a fucking dominant.

• Emotionally however, while he likes to be in control when in love, his partner would have his undivided attention and love. He will become dependant. (like an addiction)

• he is a devoted partner as well. They all come back for him because he makes them cum.

• Cersei and he, are best enemies. They love to bicker and insult each other via Tabloids.

• He hates Jaime with a passion.

Bäahal personality / Trivia :

• Bäahal smells like fresh grass and wet ground (nature at dawn), naturally.

• She's 25 years old, the youngest of the Targaryen's family.

• She goes with the flow, she's not the dominant type at all, but not submissive either.  (careful not to identify the result of abuse with submission. it's self-defense mechanism)

• she's an enthusiastic and curious lover. 

• She has the habit to storm into rooms and talk to people when they least expect it.

• She doesn't care much about the family feud. She sees Jaime in secret and would befriend Kyra in secret as well.

• Her family being old nobility doesn't consider her as a true heir due to her origins. Some of them however are very nice to her because they understand it's not her fault if her father failed Rhaella. Not every one of them dismisses her existence but they do not get familiar with her. She's a stranger to them.

• She tends to speak before she speaks and has to backpedal or save face, constantly (Jaime thinks it's cute)

• she has a foul mouth and is known to read people to filth, which embarrass Dany (Jaime likes it though)

• She has a passion for Dance and is part of an underground dance crew/ she wears black wigs and sunglasses

• Dany bought her first and only boyfriend (a dornish heir), so he could break-up with Bäahal and leave. (so far Bäahal doesn't know about it. She just had her heartbroken. Upon learning the truth Dany would try to do it with Jaime)

• Viserion was her favorite dog, she bonded with Dany thanks to the dogs when they were younger. His loss truly hurt her.

• Bäahal is a lonely soul. She is desperate for a connection. (but she also loves her own company)

• Her parents both loved her, she had a special connection with her father and took his loss very hard.

• She loves simple things, as long as she eats her favorite food, dances and nurture her brain, she's okay.

• She's curvy and knows exactly how to enhance her curves (especially those little skirts and dresses)

• She doesn't expect people to want to stay with her. She will always second-guess people who claim they want to stay with her or be her friends because usually they never keep their words and disappoint her.

• Bäahal knows how to cook, she was taught by her mother and would often indulge in doing so.

• Daenerys controls her bank accounts, she does allow her some cash every week, so she could spend it the way she likes. Bäahal isn't able to do anything without consulting her sister first and was groomed to think like that.

• She is a genuine soul who would give love, even to her siblings or her late step-mother. She never tried to harm any of them and believe that with time, they would come around -save for Viserys whom she fears. She thinks he's unredeemable but also considers him to be sick and needing psychiatric help. She would never want him dead, despite the abuse-

DAENERYS PERSONALITY/trivia

• She is the first heir of the family since Rhaegar's death. Her father realized that he couldn't possibly give Viserys the leadership of their family business nor could he give it to Bäahal because she was way too young and way too shunned by his family to do so.

• She had to be tough, from a young age her older brother Viserys tormented her.

• She is still mourning for the death of Viserys

• She is very close to the dogs. Actually, she bonded with Bäahal through Viserion.

• She actually loves Bäahal, but forbids herself from showing this emotion because she feels she'd betray her mother. She also has an issue with what Bäahal embodies but was thrilled when they were younger to have a sister. It's complicated.

• She bought Bäahal's first official boyfriend so he could dump her and return to Dorne. He didn't even put up a fight and just left with the money.

• She's very uptight, mostly holds onto the traditions of her old noble family. Bäahal being a stain in the family's name, she has to be perfect in order to make amend for her origins

• Dany fell in love with a powerful businessman she was engaged to, unfortunately, Khal Drogo died and Dany stopped pursuing relationships. She's a hot bachelorette and everyone wants to marry she but she's still mourning for his death and has to mourn on her own.

• She is the legal guardian of her older brother she fears. She also controls Bâahal's finances.

• Personality is very close to « bend the knee » Dany.

• She hates the Lannisters and would never approve of Viserys' interest in Kyra or Bäahal's relationship with Jaime and would feel betrayed by both of them upon learning the truth.