petite son of a bitch

--- there were not a lot of things that could disorient billy rocks. he had an impressive theoretical resume of sorts. he had killed more men than he could count. he had SAVED just as many, but those tales often went untold. but a BABY? well, babies could--- and DID--- disorient him. so much so that when the person carrying the child approached him, the man FROZE. “good morning,” he greeted in a tone that was squeakier than his usual one. “that is a cute child,” billy complimented, operating under the assumption that parents often enjoyed being told that. THEN, the parent offered for him to HOLD the child. “i am not sure,” billy admitted, his fingers shaking in his pockets before he removed them, his hands in sight now. “i do not hold children often.” a better, more accurate sentiment would have been that he held babies and small children NEVER. “all right,” he finally submitted, taking the child from the parent’s arms and cradling them within HIS. “they’re so TINY,” billy said in a tone that was SMITTEN, even if he would deny as much later. “how can anyone be this SMALL?” 

DAEMON DID NOTHING BUT DRINK THESE DAYS. in fact, he didn’t believe that was going to be changing anytime soon, because.. as far as he was concerned? alcohol was the only thing that could keep him standing and right now, he drank to forget. he drank until he fell asleep, because.. if he could not fight his brother for what he truly wanted - then, he could drink himself to an early grave and not give the fucker the satisfaction. he could, right? oh, he HOPED so. “it’s alcohol, correct? suppose i shall have to take it, then.” he did as he said that he would, bringing the glass to his lips and drinking the content in one sip. it burned his throat, but.. right now, daemon supposed that was a good thing. the more drunk he was? THE BETTER. “ah, excellent, old friend. you do have good taste. how about we order one more for each of us?” he wondered, because.. even if billy would not? daemon wanted to.

WAS ANYONE SURPRISED THAT DAEMON HAD GOTTEN INTO A FIGHT? as of now, he didn’t believe so, because.. these days, that was most of what he could do. fight and drink and try to forget and maybe one of these days, one of those things would kill him but then again, he was past the point of even caring, that was for sure. he was past the point of caring about anything and yes, the sooner that it happened, the better. who even knew? “that’s quite alright,” and yet, when the other had offered to treat the wounds that he had suffered on his hands, daemon had not find it in himself to deny it. not at all. “i’m used to pain, as most soldiers usually are. it helps me keep my head on straight.” and he believed so.

DAEMON HADN’T BEEN QUITE AWARE OF THE NEW WONDERS OF THIS WORLD. and yes, he had stumped on this place when he had been rather drunk, but.. at the time and before he was forced to return to his bronze bitch’s side - there was something that he needed to do. something permanent and yes, from what he had heard of the tattoos of this world - this seemed absolutely perfect. a reminder, of what he had vowed. one that he would never forget, even when he had been shoved to the side of a woman he despised. the pain of the needle sinking into his skin was almost WELCOME. “it’s exactly what i had in mind,” and after he had heard of this world’s costumes - it had seemed appropriate to do it around his ring finger. a sign of rebellion against his brother - one he could not take away. “i’m surprised you did not ask what it means, though. most people would be nosy enough to.” it was a single word in high valyrian - va moriot. it meant ALWAYS. no one else would know what it meant, but.. he did and yes, that was enough. for now, it had to be. he knew that.

“DOES IT? DO YOU BELIEVE THAT THINKING ABOUT THE MOMENT YOU KICKED THE BUCKET MAKES IT BETTER?” interesting. no, he hadn’t considered it before, because.. no, it wasn’t something that daemon liked to think about. if he closed his eyes, he could still feel the air around him as he had  jumped closed to a hundred feet from caraxes’ back, in order to shove dark sister into his nephew’s eye. of course, he had known that he would die in return and yes, there had been a minute there in which he had simply closed his eyes and had waited for the end of it all. he was already miserable and so, thinking about it was not something that he wanted to do, that was for sure. “by the seven, that’s horrendous. zombies are those.. flesh eating monsters i’ve been hearing about, i take it?” and yes, he had heard a lot about what the people of this world did for fun. media and television.. how odd. “well, i jumped a few hundred feet from my dragon’s back, in order to shove my sword into my nephew’s one good remaining eye. then, i simply waited for us to fall and die, as soon as we hit the lake. it wasn’t a very quick death, but.. i do not remember much of it.”

--- billy was not quite as bad as some of his other group of seven, when it came to DRINKING. his goody was notorious for drinking, at times, and few could blame him for adopting some of his poor behaviors whilst under the influence. goodnight coped with demons that most of their people lacked the moral conscience to care about as deeply as billy’s husband-to-be did. and, a lot of the time, drinking had been the only coping mechanism available during long trips on the road. STILL, billy rocks knew how to drink, and he enjoyed doing it recreationally, with more stoppers in place than most of his people knew about. at the moment, billy was at the bar in a tavern, sitting with DAEMON TARGARYEN, who intrigued him greatly, ever since they’d first met. “how about some MOONSHINE?” billy asked with an inclined brow, pushing over a glass of the stuff in his companion’s direction. 

SUN-YOUNG HAD BEEN LOOKING FOR HER BROTHER ALL ALONG. and yes, she supposed that it was also a foolish dream, considering it had been years since she and billy had last seen one another. as far as she was concerned? there was a chance that her brother would not even know her and so, she had tried to do something else with her life. of course that she had. ever since then, she had become a doctor and she had done whatever she could to help people. after all, if she could not find her brother and do that for him - she could for others, right? “i.. byung-ho? big brother? is that truly you?” she did not recognize the man that stood in front of her and yet, she could see things in common that the two of them already shared. their nose. their eye color. “i can’t believe it. ARE YOU REALLY HERE? after all this time?” and right now, she really couldn’t believe it, that was for sure. not at all.

--- HOLLY must to have died in one of the worst ways possible: already suffering from an injury, vulnerable, her jugular torn out by some crawler in an unnamed cave system, helpless. the worst part was that she had no one to blame for her state except HERSELF. maybe if she had listened to juno, she would have survived. maybe if she had followed basic caving protocols, she would not have broken her leg and suffered a compound fracture that rendered her unable to fight against the crawlers that they’d discovered. “the worst part was that what happened was at least somewhat my fault,” holly told one of the participants in the group therapy that she’d been convinced to give a try. “i didn’t follow caving protocols. i ran off on my own. i fell down a hole and hurt my leg.” holly sighed, tempted to go outside for a cigarette, but deciding against it for now. “i thought that i’d found SUNLIGHT,” she continued, heaving a sigh of regret. “but it turned out to only be PHOSPHOROUS in the rock. it played tricks on my mind. god, i was so stupid.” 

--- KINVARA was in the midst of prayer, silently beckoning her lord of light to guide her in this new and foreign land. while she was certain that there were fewer followers of her faith here, she still believed that the higher power she was loyal to would hear her and ensure that she was not wholly alone. little did she know it, but DAENERYS TARGARYEN was here. she was safe and sound and with a family in this new place, though she had sacrificed her role of QUEEN. the lord of light had a PLAN for the woman, kinvara was certain. it was just like her lord of light to have a plan for EVERYONE. the sound of footsteps roused kinvara from her prayers, and she turned around to greet her new company. “good morning,” she said, the jewel on her necklace glowing RED out of reverence. “are you here to PRAY as well?” 

--- for most sane people, the walker apocalypse had caused insurmountable misery and pessimism. and while bob did not blame those people, he also could not relate to how they felt. he was an optimist all around, even if he did understand the dreariness of what it felt like to be ALONE. that was the only thing that he did not want to be: alone. even being dead was better than that, the man thought. although he did not expect to be resurrected, he was fortunate for that experience, because it gave him a chance to reunite with cherished people of his past, as well as to meet new people. at the moment, the man was attending to a wound of someone he’d met on the street. “now, this is going to STING a bit,” bob warned ahead of placing the alcohol and swab down onto the person’s skin. “i used to be a MEDIC for the u.s. military,” bob shared conversationally, his eyes sparkling as he spoke. 

--- in her first round of life, JANE was fortunate that she did not live long enough to be able to see the wake of destruction that her demise had caused. her father wound up dead, and her mother probably wished for a similar feat. jesse became so depressed that his entire character was altered beyond recognition. and the worst part was that she had died so young. she’d been so full of potential, but that potential got wasted the same seconds that SHE DID. jane swore that this time around, she would not take for granted the things that she used to. she had her dream job as a TATOO ARTIST in this new city, and right now, she was helping a client, the dye sinking into their skin with precision. “how do you like the design so far?” the woman asked, as she returned to a focus so intense that only other artists would be able to understand it. 

--- PREGNANT? his partner was pregnant, and it was news that he’d half-expected, even without ANDREA telling him and showing him the positive result on that cheap piece of plastic. JESSE could not have thrown his arms around his spouse more swiftly, burying his chin into the nape of her neck. “how far along are you?” jesse asked, still snuggly intertwined in andrea’s embrace. “we have to figure out how to tell BROCK, too. don’t you think?” jesse did not know it but his entire body was shaking at the news. he was both nervous and over the moon with excitement. “i hope that we have a GIRL,” jesse admitted, his smile wide as he finally pulled out of andrea’s arms, so that he could see her expression and gauge how she was feeling about her new status as pregnant. “that way, we can have a MINI YOU. she’ll be just perfect.” 

--- “do you think that it works?” martinez began to ask his companion, reaching into his pocket in order to pull out a cigarette. “talking about how you died, i mean?” martinez wondered if talking would help him to come to terms with the terrible way in which he’d died: DEVOURED BY WALKERS, with nothing left to reanimate. once the governor had done what he’d done, there was no trace of him left whatsoever, and he had no idea how to feel about that. sadness. anger. pity. rage. frustration. grief. the list of descriptors could go on and on. “i used to prefer menthols, but fuck it. a little bit of smoking, and what comes of it, isn’t as bad as getting EATEN BY ZOMBIES. and yeah. that’s what happened to me.” martinez was still on the subject of discussing HOW PEOPLE HAD DIED. “what about you?” he asked his companion. “what happened to YOU, you poor bastard?” 

--- the walker apocalypse had taught the woman to cherish the people in her life in deeper ways than occurred for most people. she knew that she was fortunate to be blipped into a universe in which she had her found family so close by and SAFE. rick and michonne were around. abraham and sasha, too. that morning, all rosita had set out to do was to take a stroll and to enjoy all of the greenery that this place had in near abundance. however, what she found? it caused her heart to flutter and her mouth to fall open in surprise. “TARA?” she called out, wholly unable to believe the sight before her eyes. “please tell me that my eyes are not deceiving me,” rosita pleaded with the person who had been her dearest FRIEND. with whom she always had the potential of a spark to suggest that maybe, in a different time, they could have been MORE than simple companions. “please tell me that it is really YOU.”

--- what family the man had was FOUND, and billy rocks had needed to convince himself that he was just fine with that. such convincing was easier than muddling through his long-stretching trauma, and every little event that snowballed and contributed to said trauma. when violence broke out in their quaint korean town, billy could not have been more than ten years old, and his sister had been even younger. they’d been separated, knowing that their mother had disappeared, and never having learned what had become of her, while their father FOUGHT, and likely perished in the process. billy allowed very little to SURPRISE him, but the sight of his long lost SISTER absolutely astounded him and took the air from his lungs. it took him some time to recover enough to be able to squeak out her name. “SUN-YOUNG?” he asked, nearly stumbling on the grave beneath his boots. “it’s me. it’s BYUNG-HO.”

“INDEED IT IS,” and yes, as of now - the only thing that daemon wished that he could do was end his own brother. was that morbid? yes, he knew that it was and yet.. well, he could not bring himself to regret it. in his heart of hearts, he knew that was exactly what needed to be done, because.. as long as viserys was here? as long as he was strolling around - daemon would never be able to have a moment of peace. not in the slightest. his brother would wish to control his entire life and.. no, he would never be free of it. not ever. “are they, now? i believe that people are indeed a weakness. the more of them that i have, the more my brother can use to control me and therefore.. well.. it just says i’m much better off alone.” and that was what he was doing now - isolating himself, as much as possible. of course. and maybe he had a tendency to turn viserys into a villain, but.. that was what he was, no?