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.

Kyreris: He knew how to love her.

 He knew how to love her.

He knew how to make her feel safe. There in this room, the Lannister was comfortable. Her fingers were scratching his hairless torso while her legs were entwined With his. 

The soft beating of his heart was soothing Kyra and she ended up nuzzling his neck. They didn't need to fill the silence That had settled between them for it was not necessary. If words weren't said between the Dragon King and the Lioness, their bodies were speaking another language.

He knew how to love her.

He made her feel important. She was the one he trusted the most because she could see him when he was vulnerable. Only she could understand the unspoken grief That plagued him at night. He simply needed to look into her emerald orbs and allow himself to back into their softness and beauty.

Kyra simply needed to look at him with those loving eyes and smile at him to have Viserys melt away. She was his rock, his anchor in this world and he really wanted her to know this. To know what he couldn't say.

He knew how to love her.

They completed each other perfectly. Although it was easier for her to notice the slight change of mood in him due to their connection, he was far from being unable to do the same. Actually, he had spent enough time With his beloved to decode her.

He knew when she was pretending to be strong or not scared, he knew when she wanted to be left alone or when she needed him to insist. He knew when she was sad or upset. Right now, though, she was happy. He could tell by the way she was calmly giving him her affection.

He knew how to love her.

He couldn't have dreamt of it better.

Kyreris: They were the world

 He always knew when it was time. When his hand had to sink into her silky blonde mane and massage her scalp. It always caught her attention, eliciting moans from her soft lips and having her look up at him. Emerald irises met icy purple ones and sent shivers down his spine.

She was gentle and warmer. Her hands were roaming all over his pale sensitive skin while her lips were smothering him with kisses. She became more feline and graceful to him as if that simple gesture was pushing some unknown buttons inside of her. She would suddenly turn into someone else, no, something else.

She became the goddess of love, his Aphrodite, his Kryptonite. She was sensuality made flesh and bones. Intoxicating, addictive. He would hold her hair tighter just to listen to her gasp and pay attention again to him. It was a subtle dance between those two. A dance for power and control. She, who always was in control and never allowed herself a moment of weakness, found relief in his strong manners. 

He was the only one who could see her be vulnerable, the one she trusted enough to expose herself intimately. He felt honored that she chose him, among others, to help her cut loose, to help her just « feel ».

He knew when it was the moment to wrap his hand around her gracile neck. At that moment she gasped from both surprise and arousal. That moment her eyes would glow brighter and she would arch her back. She would put her hand on his while her other one would stroke his strong arm. Her eyes would stay open so she could see his face while he was making her surrender, and a smile would play on her lips while he would smash his pelvis against hers as hard as he could.

He knew when it was time to become passionate when he had to turn her into a puddle of nerves. She was nothing more than pleasure, screams, and freedom. Her nails would scratch his skin to blood, her moans would echo through the room and her legs would wrap around his waist. Her soft hair would cascade around her head while her green eyes would stare at him.

He would lose himself in the process, unable to tell what's what and who's who. Was he the one in charge? Was he the one she bent to her will? Weren't they one? One being? He couldn't tell. His grunts and growls were filling the room, the sheets were torn apart, and the bed itself was crackling until it would break. His heart was pounding hard and fast and his head went white. And it hit him like a truck, like a supernova explosion. It hit him hard and everything was blank. He was nothing. 

They were nothing and everything.

They were the World.

Got (modern): kyra and Viserys: I'm happy.

 "I used to think that I had nothing to offer but pain and tears. I used to think that I was a monster, an open-wound that could only bleed into other people lives. I used to think that I was undesirable and would only push people away or hurt them. Then I met you. I met you, Kitten, and nothing was the same ever again. You loved me, through my best and worst times. You stayed by my side and you believed in me, when no one else did. You worked miracles on me, made me try to be a better person. Here I am, sober, and trying my best to make up to my sisters for the awful behaviour I had toward them and for the pain I inflicted upon them. I love you, Kitten. I am yours and I want you to keep it forever."

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.

Character analysis: Vis (modern)

 CHARACTER ANALYSIS: Viserys Targaryen (modern)

Living... In modern-day Westeros. He’s actually part of the Elite of this world.

Profession... He is a socialite. Because he comes from a very wealthy family, he doesn’t need to work at all. However, He is known to be a party planner (one of the best in the industry due to his impeccable style and taste). He’s also part of a band, with his “Best friend” Angel. He sings and is quite popular in the underground scene.

Interests... (formerly) using drugs, Drinking, fucking, singing, and going to any business and watching as they sweat to please him. He used to be numbed out of his mind because he took drugs (hard and soft) and drank until he threw up. He was living a life of excess consisting of fucking, drinking, walking the fine edge between life and death... These days, things are far safer for him. He still drinks (but moderately). He still sings (and he’s gotten better at it), and he still does his usual activities, but he doesn’t seek to forget or numb his emotions. He wants to live everything.

Relationship Status... He is dating Kyra Lannister and he can’t be happier! 

Challenge... Staying alive and clean. He wants to remain clean just so he can enjoy life. He wants to reconcile with his sisters, and he wants to actually be a better person. He also wants to make Kyra happy, and ensure her safety, and would need to be careful and not hurt her because of his actions. She became the center of his world and the person he loved the most. She is his everything and the person who tries to hurt her would see his full wrath. Andrew…. or Even Tywin… Especially Tywin. 

Personality... Viserys is a traumatized child. He has a violent streak that comes from the way both his parents treated him. He is unpredictable and as demonstrated in Dornes, wouldn’t hesitate to resort to violence in order to protect those he cares about.  He is a man of taste, who has a massive ego and loves to be worshipped (or feared) by others. In public, he actually keeps his walls up so people wouldn’t be able to hurt him more than he already is. (Kyra is the only one who was able to break his walls and have access to his authentic self.). He can be kind, soft, and adorable even but only with chosen people. However, he’s ruthless to any other person. Seductive, charming, and witty, he’s usually the one who can make or break careers.  Viserys is determined but is struggling with his demons.

GoT: -A passion for dancing- (regular)

"Princess Bäahal used to be an entertainer a while ago. Unfortunately for her, she was too pretty to remain a field slave, too pretty to just be a house slave, too regal to become a lady's maiden.  Princess Bäahal was taught to become an entertainer. She danced and sang to her masters and their guests. She looked so pretty and so innocent in her early days as a dancer. "The Jewel of Astapor" was the title they gave her, to justify the incredible price they would sell her for the night. She would dance and sing, let the adult slaves take the brunt of the sexual desires of those men. That lasted until she became old enough and the desire those men had was unbearable to hold back. She was taught another style of dance, one that didn't need her to make many efforts. They would take whatever shreds of innocence she had and would leave her alone on the bed. Disposable. she learned she was nothing but an object to play with and toss when they were done. There were little to no more dances but the more they used her, the sharper her skills became until the day she managed to kill a "client". 

Death became her ticket for more freedom. She became an assassin and had to accept the blood she had on her hands, but at least they weren't using her body anymore, they weren't breaking her spirit anymore. She was in control. The more she took some lives, the more she regained control of her life and her desires. The secret dream of her mother lived on and soon enough, she set herself free with one last murder -her master's- Death became the dance she was the most familiar with and one she didn't want to part ways with. It ensured her survival, it ensured the victory of the only family she had left: Daenerys. Death became necessary but slowly and surely, the hardened skin started to soften and she regained her first love: Dancing. she remembered the moves, she remembered the songs and with or without an orchestra, the young woman was able to return to her peak. She danced for her siblings and for her friends. She even danced for Ser Jaime once, allowing him to see the true beauty of her mother's legacy.  These days, dancing became a refuge for the princess, a way for her to express herself when words were not enough. Life had strange ways but she embraced them altogether."

Modern Got: Viserys x Kyra: For her

 Kyreris: for her

 

The Dragon King felt his chest burning with the fury of a thousand suns. He could feel his blood boil at the thought that Kyra had suffered while growing up. He felt a pang in his heart when he looked into her emerald eyes because he recognized the pain she still wasn’t able to express. She was hurt, he knew it. She had scars, just as he did but hers were hidden. Viserys wore his scars on the outside but was still in denial until he met Kyra. He refused to acknowledge that he was in pain or that he needed help. Kyra was holding back. She was raised to be like this. To hold back any inconvenience to her father. It took a moment of pure vulnerability to have Kyra finally be honest -to some extent- about her family dynamic. Viserys was furious, furious to hear that the woman he fell in love with was raised by a cold bastard. Tywin Lannister earned his reputation. He earned the scorn he got from the rest of the world and he earned the hatred Aerys II, the former Dragon King, and Viserys father, had for him. Today, Tywin earned one more enemy in Viserys but for reasons that were unheard of. He earned the hatred of the Dragon King because of the way he treated Kyra and the pain it caused her.

 

Viserys felt his heartache as if it had been stabbed by a thousand knives. He could imagine the frightened look on Kyra’s face whenever her father would enter the room. He could imagine the knot in her guts whenever she had to face her sister and the growing desire to set herself free from this situation. He tried to compare what Kyra had been through with the closest thing he knew, which was Bäahal’s cold welcome by the family when she first arrived. He replaced his sister with Kyra and saw her cry, suck her émotions up, hides so she could wail her pain. Kyra could count on her brothers over time, but she was still alone and she was still guarded. She was still hiding her pain and nobody was there to comfort her. He cradled the blonde woman in his arms, kept her close to his composed heartbeat. He wanted to protect her. He wanted to see her smile. He needed her to be happy and this desire made him stronger, determined. This was a motivation for the silver fox to stay clean, to keep a clear mind, and to become the best version of himself, a version she could be proud of, a version she could trust and rely on. He wanted to give her the world, and he would, for her, because he loved her. Madly so.  

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 got: viserys x Kyra: Second chances

 Modern -GoT-: Second chances

A/N: Love those two

 She gave him a second chance, one of those he wasn’t sure to ever deserve. She saw something in him that very few could, perhaps Rhaegar did, with honest eyes. His mother did but she wasn’t sane anymore. Her love was toxic, her mind had lost grip with reality and she encouraged and enabled him in his terrible behavior. Viserys was an asshole, a certified one at that. Despite his frequent outbursts and negative press, he also was considered an esthete. He was the guardian of good taste and some sort of rock star of the modern-day. Viserys was hypnotic, magnificent, and perfect, but it was all a front. Inside, he was as confused and lost as he was as a kid. Deep down he was still upset at his father for betraying their mother and causing her slow death from a broken heart. Deep down he was feeling lonely, rejected by his father, and disappointing his older brother.

 

She gave him a second chance and embraced him for who he was. The silver fox was unpredictable, complex, magnetic. He commanded the crowd’s reaction and people always held their breath whenever he entered a room. King of the Night, he saw droves of people crawling towards him, begging for his good favor and endorsement for it guaranteed their success and a good business. How could one feel when they hold so much power in the Night Life? Truth be told, the Dragon Prince didn’t care much about it. He felt empty and had always felt this way. Countless nights spent drinking, using drugs, fucking any girl who threw themselves at him did not fill the void he had in his heart.

 

Until Kyra…

 

His first instincts were to protect her when he felt she was threatened, and by doing so he could have killed a man. Nobody made him feel the way Kyra did. The desire to find her, the need for her company were overwhelming. He wanted to see her face, touch her skin, kiss her lips and hold her tight. He wanted to make her happy. This was a first, perhaps the only time he would actually fall in love with someone and that was confusing as all hell. He didn’t know how to process those émotions and found out that they were huge, a true whirlwind of émotions that he didn’t know how to handle. He fell in love with the Lannister youngest child. He was so smitten over the blonde beauty that he couldn’t imagine his life without her. All those months spent apart after the events of Dornes nearly drove him insane with the excruciating pain he felt. How he had missed her. How he had regretted his violent outburst! How he wanted her back.

 

And she was back…And here they were together. Here they were in her apartment, enjoying their time together and rekindling their connection. It felt so good. It felt so right to be with her that he didn’t want to let her go again. He did it once and paid the price, and now, more than ever he wanted to prevent it from happening again. He couldn’t afford to lose Kyra again and as he held her tighter against his broad chest, he leaned his chin on top of her head and gently stroked her arms. She was a breath of fresh air, his everything.  His everything!

 

-TBC-

GoT : moderne : second chances -Viserys x Kyra-

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-

mordern GoT Visery x Kyra: what did she want?

 What the hell did this woman want? he was wondering. The Dragon - such a fitting title- didn't really understand what was going on. From his innocuous call at Christmas to the moment when Life became harder for him to deal with, the second son of Aerys II needed a break. His feet took him closer to her place and his hands had him take his phone once again to call the blonde beauty. Viserys needed to talk to Kyra. He felt the visceral need to hear her voice, to be appeased by the soft rhythm with which she spoke. He didn't quite know what was going to happen when he went to her place. After all, they still had a lot to unpack. 

Dornes had been a mistake -but more than that, it had been him showcasing his unpredictability and violence-. Dornes had revealed the extent (or so they thought) of his impulses and his jealous nature. Dornes had revealed his ugliness. He was convinced that she wouldn't want to see him again, let alone give him a second chance and what did happen the first minutes he found her? well, they talked, of course. they tapped danced around the bush, avoiding the elephant in the room. He was clearly upset, after all, it was his father's death anniversary very soon, his sister had been even stricter since she argued with Bäahal and his half-sister made him upset. His hand spoke to him, a slap happened when he didn't mean it. -or did he?-. he couldn't face either of Bäahal or Daenerys and was certain Kyra would trash him -rightfully so- but she didn't. 

Instead... Instead, she spoke about how she couldn't get him off of her mind and how she didn't want to run away from him when she should have. she refused to say the words that could free her from him, she refused to reject him and he was left speechless. rendered utterly speechless by her behavior. what could he do? if not let his heart speak for him? what could he do, if not showing her he cared and wanted her? what could he do, if not steal a kiss, maybe two?  what did she want? what did she truly want?  perhaps as she said, the Dragon himself. Perhaps as he thought, danger. Perhaps as he wished, his love as well. 

modern! Got: Sins of the Father

 

Got: Sins of the Father

// My dysfunctional family. <3 poor Bäahal, she clearly didn't ask for any of this, but perhaps a subtle change in the power dynamics could do something. 

“Bäahal ran, as always. She ran away from the wrath of her brother who couldn't stand to see her face and would lash out at her because she dared speak to him. The young woman fled the palace for the moment, unable to feel safe within its heavy walls. She let her feet drag her to the private Targaryen cemetery, and as if she'd memorized the number of steps needed to go to her father's grave, she found herself in front of Aery's last home. The sun was high in the sky, brightly shining above her but that didn't seem to be enough to dry the tears that were flooding on her face, nor did it prevent her from falling onto her knees before curling herself into a fetal position in front of her father's tombstone.

Viserys, as usual, couldn't stand the sight of her and was still irritated when Bäahal tried to befriend him. His knee-jerk reaction was to slap her face when she mentioned taking a stroll with the dogs together and going to her favorite coffee shop. He took offense with the casual tone in her voice and the genuine desire to talk to him. He took offense because he saw his father in her and because she kept trying to see what was good in him despite the horrors he made her go through and that didn't sit well with the “prince”. How could he forgive Aerys for destroying his family by having an affair with someone who wasn't in the family? He fell in love with a commoner, spawned a child, and broke his wife's heart. Sweet Rhaella fell sick and died because of Aerys because she felt betrayed twice. First with the affair and later with the child she had to raise. He traumatized his son, let him spiral freely into violence, and even had the audacity to die before his son could confront him. All that was left was Bäahal and by the seven gods did she look like him.

Bäahal had always been a sensitive child. She'd known from the very beginning that something was off. Her mother hid her tears well, but not enough for her child not to notice. Aerys did fall in love with someone he later abandoned because he had a family of his own. He condemned Sunni to a lonely life, with a child she had to raise. No matter how much she loved the child, she was a single mother. Bäahal recalled how torn her mother was at the idea of letting Aerys meet her. She recalled the heated arguments between the two of them, the screams, the hugs, the kisses, and the passion that transpired through their interaction, and that was understood by a child this young. She remembered the excruciating pain she felt, later on, when her father insisted on taking her to his family in order to raise her as a proper “heir” to the Targaryen empire, he was building. Her mother hated him for taking her child away from her, but she was grateful and hopeful that he would give her a better life than she could. And then she died suddenly, leaving her only child with just her father.

Bäahal had always been a sensitive child. She knew that her very existence caused problems around her. She could tell that her step-mother and siblings didn't want her around. It wasn't even personal, it wasn't her fault but her father's. She was the embodiment of his sins and none of them could stand to look at them. She was the living proof that Aerys cheated. It didn't matter if he fell in love or if he tried to be fair to everyone. From the moment he brought the kid to his family, he had destroyed everything he had built and while he gave his children as much love as possible, she could tell that he was unhappy with how things went. His last months on Earth were filled with regret and sadness. While Bäahal took him on his daily strolls, he kept apologizing for the way he treated her and the pain he caused to her and her mother. He kept telling her that he couldn't help himself but chose love instead of duty and that because of him several people had a miserable life. But no matter how many times he had apologized to Bäahal that didn't change the hatred others had for him.

That didn't change the pain he caused to his little one, nor did it alleviate the anger they all had towards him. Rhaegar and Bäahal forgave Aerys before Rhaegar died a horrible death. The eldest son of the family managed to accept Bäahal and saved her from her other brother's scorn. Bäahal nearly escaped one of Visery's angry tantrums that had him nearly beat her to death. It left a few scars on her back, where his metal boots pierced the skin but they softened over the years. He was so angry, so hurt and so were the others, and Bäahal was left in the middle of this hurricane, alone. This morning was nothing new to her. Viserys was like an open nerve, bleeding profusely and leading him to self-destruct -although, she did note that he had been doing good lately. Apart from the occasional smoke, he had been sober. Daenerys had all the weight of the world on her shoulder and was still hurting from the loss of her first husband...Bäahal, well, Bäahal needed the arms of her father around her, telling her that everything would be okay but he wasn't here anymore, he wasn't here.

“Perhaps, everything would have been simple if you didn't have me.” She sobbed but quickly shook her head because she didn't agree with her own words anymore. “No. you should have been better, father. You shouldn't have made me the scapegoat of your sins. You shouldn't have left me alone! But you know what? I'll show them that I can be happy. I'll show them that I can have a better life than this. I can love, I can be loved and I can be my own person. I will make a life of my own too... I promise you... I promise you, I will knock their walls up, I will break the cycle, I will save everyone starting with myself.” She sobbed, holding some dirt in her hands. Perhaps she would manage to do it, perhaps the connections she had would help her set herself straight. After all, she made friends. yes, they were the "enemies" but they were her friends. one of them was even more than just a friend, he was her Golden Lion.  perhaps her first sentiment was the right one but, either way, she was alive now and that was all that mattered. 

Modern ! Bäahal : Letter to my brother: « Where did we go wrong ? »

 

Modern! Bäahal : Letter to my brother: « Where did we go wrong ? »

Viserys, I have to know. I have to know why you treat me like this? What did I ever do to you to make you hate my guts? Is it going to be just like with your mother? Are you going to deny my very existence until one of us dies? I am your blood, whether you like it or not. I am /your/ blood. I never asked to be born, I never asked our father to cheat on your mother with mine. I never asked for any of this to happen. Why do you blame me for what happened to your family? Can't you try and give me a chance like Rhaegar did? He saw past the circumstances of my conception, he saw past the fact I had our father's eyes and hair. He decided to get to know me and we got along so well. Why did we go wrong you and I? Where did we go wrong, Viserys?

I know, I know, you're insane. That's what the public thinks of you and that's what our family thinks of you too. They consider you're the black sheep, the one that should be shunned from all public events since you bring shame to the family. Yet, they accept to pay for your rehabs and therapies you never attend. Yet, they accept to bail you out and pay for a top-lawyer service should you get in legal trouble. Yet, they still consider you family. I am not even given that privilege. I am nothing but a stranger to their very eyes when I have the blood of our father rushing through my veins. I am the Dragon King's daughter! Whether you want it or not! So why? Why are you so vile?

I am scared of you Vis, so scared that I'd rather not cross paths with you. When we were younger, do you remember beating me? I vividly do. Every punch, every kick, every broken rib and black eye you gave me. I remember you beat me so hard that even your mother had to intervene so you didn't kill me. She could accept and excuse violence, but would never want any of her precious children to become murderers, remember? I saw the face you had on that day, the crooked and twisted smirk of yours, relishing in my blood and the painful cries I released. I still recoil in fear of you losing your mind and rushing into my room like last time to beat me up. All in the name of what? Infidelity? Didn't our father love you until his last breath? Didn't he love all of us? He loved your mother, but he fell in love with mine. I guess that's life, isn't it? He just wanted to make sure that all of his children could have a decent life. I didn't ask for more than to have a family, I welcomed you, and embraced you and what did I get in return? Scorn, distance, pain... I can't even bring myself to hate you, I am heartbroken..; that's it...I am heartbroken.

Modern!VISERYS X KYRA: He cared

VISERYS X KYRA: He cared

Listening to this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QMP-o8WXSPM

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Alone in his hotel room, the silver fox was staring at his reflection. He still had his heart beating faster whenever Kyra was crossing his mind. It made him feel uneasy, for he wasn't used at all to this feeling. He removed his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, still noticing the traces of Kyra on his skin, the fading traces of her nails that raked over his pale skin. He ran his fingers over the traces, feeling his whole body temperature rise at the memory of them in that plane. It wasn't supposed to happen this fast, yet it did. Viserys didn't regret it one bit, why would he regret fucking the gorgeous blonde when it was his very intention from the beginning. They were supposed to have a good time together, they promised each other that this weekend was about them and nothing else. So why was he so upset? He quietly unbuckled his pants and unzipped them. A quick shower and he would grab his swimsuit and a towel before going to Kyra's room as they planned. At yet, this other thought of his lioness, the Targaryen heir felt his heart skip another beat, blood rush to his cheeks and he mind-absently bit his bottom lip. It wasn't just her face, nor her scent, nor her body, otherwise, he would have just gotten a hard-on and would have just wanted to fuck her again -which he did-. no. There was more to it.

He bonded with her, in ways he didn't understand right now. They talked after, unlike most of his fuckfriends, she actually talked to him about him. He didn't have to spend yet another day talking about their projects and why they came to him. He didn't have to spend yet another day with someone flattering his ego with no substance whatsoever... Kyra had substance. Kyra was amazing and she brought him something new, something he didn't understand, and that quickly bothered him. He cared. He cared for her opinion, he cared for her presence around him, he cared for what she loved and what she hated. He cared for her to have a good time -and not just because it was his ego and his reputation as a party planner being at stakes here- He wanted her to enjoy him. He stroked his cheeks as he'd kick his pants onto the bed and removed his shoes and silk sockets. Now naked before his mirror, he frowned his brows harder.

Viserys had cared for very few people in his life. He had cared for his mother whom he loved deeply. He had cared for his dad, who he hated with a passion after his betrayal but still loved enough to cry when he passed away. He had cared for Daenerys, still protecting her from others and protecting her reputation should someone badmouth her in his presence, despite his violent streak and tendency to hurt her any way he could. He had cared for his brother Rhaegar, enough to want to make him proud by turning his life around and getting himself together, so he was capable of caring for other people but himself. He chose not to, he chose to ignore those feelings given how much pain they gave him. His brother and mother died. His father was a cheater and now was dead. All that was left for him were his sisters, drugs and alcohol, and his music. Kyra shouldn't have a place in his wrecked heart and yet she did. He let his large hands roam over his large chest and closed his eyes. It was becoming a little overwhelming, what was he supposed to do now that he realized he cared for the blonde? Quit? Leave? He didn't want to. He wanted this weekend to be theirs and he wanted it to be good. He wanted to enjoy herself and would focus his attention on this and this only. Viserys smacked his cheeks and went to the shower, it was time to get ready. He had planned to make her lunch after all and he was getting hungrier by the minute himself.

-TBC-