#ofviscrys

“because you do. you wouldn’t come to me if you didn’t want something. i’m not generally the type of man people approach unless there’s something in it for them.” viserys spoke, sipping from his drink as his eyes fell on the other. “so what is it ? you want access to my sister ? i can get you in a room with her, but i can’t control things after that. or do you want me to do some horrible deed you can’t do yourself ? because, people don’t seem to believe that i do not act on behalf of others, and i do not control the dragon. it comes out whether i like it or not, and so far, you are testing it’s patience.”

There was one word that caught her off guard. Only her head turned, her fingers remaining draped over the ledge of the balcony. The orange and pink hues of the sunset reflected off of her fair skin, covering her face in light and shadow at the same time. 

“james potter, what would your little gang of pals think of you kissing the son of aerys targaryen, in the slytherin common room no less.” viserys smirked, after sneaking the gryffindor in and up to the dorms with bottles of butterbeer. “we have class at eight in the morning, i don’t think we’re going to be making it, do you, POTTER ?”

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          it is not completely out of cogitation… which is, precisely, what makes it so troublesome to contemplate; because it’s no non-sense, because it is no far-fetched scenario one might laugh off. he does doubt it will come to that, having grown to know both sister dragon && brother dragon well beyond the first layer that meets the eye — but he’d once thought giants to be IMPOSSIBLE to exist outside Old Nan’s tales, as well. much as it clenches at his throat, however, forcing the bastard to clear it before answering, he doesn’t require long to ponder.

“what the HELL is going on ?!” viserys yelled, marching closer to the female in front of him. the last thing he remembered was begging his sister for his life, to stop her precious khal drogo from murdering him with a molton crown, and then he was in front of the slender woman. he had been attempting to hit through a wall, which seemed to be thinner than it was, clearly so. “i need to find him, i need to MURDER him, the lying savage, and you will not stop me ! be careful, little lady. you don’t want to WAKE THE DRAGON.”

               THE UNDERWORLD QUEEN did not bother to hide her laughter  ---  the noise is beautiful, musical, and mocking. humans who feel they can threaten gods always meet the most amusing ends. dead humans have no ends to reach; instead they feel pain. their screams are harmonic. “ tell me, then, where can i find this dragon? ” persephone asks, head tilted calmly. “ all i see before me is a trembling lizard. ”