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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !

The others voice brought him out of his trance, twitching, the Targaryen's body remained tensed. Lilac eyes moved to meet with the others face, squinting a little as he was washed over with a bit of exhaustion that followed the flood of adrenaline that had gripped him only moments ago. Blood stickily dripped from the tips of his fingers. Turning his left hand over, he lift it up slightly, blood netting itself between the spaces of his fingers. He couldn't remember how that had happened, how he had gotten so bloody " Huh." He didn't even know how to use a sword.

Viserys moved his hand hand over to himself, patting his hands along his body then, frantic, paranoid movements as he worried maybe he was attacked, but other than a few scraps and forming bruises, it appeared he seemed perfectly fine, all things considered, compared to the blood covering him anyway "It's-It's not mine. I don't think." He didn't think it was...but his body was buzzing, nearly vibrating after...whatever had happened. Blocked however from his memories at the current moment. Viserys continues to try and search his mind for the missing pieces that led him to here and now, eyes shifting quickly in his head.

Writing Prompts SFW

Viserys glares as she's talking. The more she said, the worse his irritation was becoming "NO! I don't!" He snapped at her. He didn't want a fucking hug. He wanted to go home already. He was tired of standing around like this, having to listen to this shit! Viserys, dipped his head down "Hug yourself if you're that desperate! Keep your hands off me!" He took a step back, holding up his left hand as a barrier between him and her.

(From kaera for viserys)

Sad Sentences, Vol. 1

His right hand tightened into a fist for a moment. He narrowed his eyes, feeling a spark in his mind, turn from ember to fire real quick. His family was so-self invested. Rhaegar, his father, Dany. They didn't see him. But now here she stood, making this statement, as if he had not idolized all of his family up until now. Viserys turned his attention away from her, not wanting to see her "I see you perfectly fine." He grumbled "Do you see me?" Looking once more at her, he raised his undamaged eyebrow "What I have done for all of you?!" Viserys snapped suddenly, throwing his hand across the table, sending items from it. He rose suddenly, slamming that same hand down hard onto the table, light lilac purple eyes still on Kaera "Do you think that this has all been entirely for myself?! How much I have suffered!"

NON-SEXUAL FORMS OF INTIMACY!

His eyes closed, he was tired, laying his head onto Kaera's chest like this was something that had come so naturally to him. But it was new to his routine. Perhaps it had come along with that he was not who he once had been, yet again. He was not who he was in King's Landing. He was not who he was from Dragonstone, to Essos. But upon the attempt to kill him, something else was nesting itself into his mind, forming yet another person inside of his mind to be. Letting out a breath, Viserys' brow knit with a moment of concern. The pain perhaps, from all the burns as the gold seeped into his destroyed skin still stung, reminding him of who he was was now, always "Hm." It almost matched the beat of Kaera's heart, the way the paint throbbed in his own head.

Insecurity starters

Pausing in his stride, his eyes widened for a moment, before he narrowed them "No. Of course not." He paused, swallowing thickly, pushing against the uncertainty in his mind "There are many things I could regret. But never you. No. Not ever." She was a part of him, an extension of his entire being. Without her, he would be lost, he knew this "Resenting you would be the last thing I could ever think, with you."

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One thing he hadn't been doing enough of recently, was drinking. Lifting his pale lilac eyes up and then over to fall on the Red Priestess, he makes a face "Who? What book?" The would be King is asking, not sure exactly what a book would really do for them. Viserys missed being drunk, he was certainly more curious than he was letting on, however. Dropping his head back against the chair he was sitting he he leaned to one side, waiting for her to explain herself.

𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 —

Having a bad day, his mind was bringing him pain, and with it, or alongside it really, came flashes of memory, of betrayal, of torture. But it was just glimpses of a past he could not remember now. Soon enough he had found himself here, in this field of flowers, finding some calm in the quiet of it all around him, and no other person to invade it, to disrupt him. At least for a time. Taking in a deep breath, the hood of his ragged outfit had half covered his face, the favored side of his burn marks, hidden under a cloth that wrapped around his head.

Closing his eyes he took in a few shaky breaths, soon enough calming his mind and his heart. Then, he just lay there in that peaceful field. Though before long someone else had eventually come along. Sitting up, he looked toward the woman, not really recognizing her "Am I in your way?" He asked, narrowing his gaze observantly, trying to find anything familiar about her.

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He narrowed his eyes on this male. Anger, probably still repressed somewhat from his life before getting his brain melted with molten gold, boiled up in his chest "I sure didn't. Because you're right about that. Who would choose this." He stares, a small glow from behind the cloth of his burned side of his face, glowing through for a moment. Then he shook his head "I didn't...I didn't-" He turned, bringing his left hand as images of his father and then, his mother, follow by a terrifying evacuation from the only home he had known.

"It's not real- It's not real...They're not-" His head felt like it was on fire, then as the light behind the cloth glows brighter behind his hand, he soon begins calming down "I enjoy working for the alchemists here, honest." Viserys looks at Aeron "We should probably talk about something else now...How about your work here, a server. You take the platters of food to the royal family's dining hall. Any questions?"