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eye roll after eye roll, this was not someone visenya was quite so fond of; and another annoying person who would much rather be on a tiny screen than viewing the big world right in front of them. "mind somewhere else then." they said coldly, shifting to sit right in front of them instead.

boots  landed  hard  with  each  step, crushing delicate flakes that made up wintery blanket cursing the ground. a scowl was frozen upon dragon's visage as he absentmindedly scowled through his phone and didn't melt as head turned, only grew harsher in the face of rudeness. recognition didn't change anything.  ❝  yes, i do mind. ❞   he hardly cared for the view but his feet remained firmly planted.

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"maybe if you weren't glued to that screen..." a sigh escaped cold lips as they began to pack away their camera and equipment. "you would see where you were standing and what you were disturbing." another sigh followed by the sound of a zip as they closed their bag and finally stood up to get out of the other's way. "the world is so much better through your own eyes."

iphone   in   the   hand,   manicured   fingerstips   frantically   touching   screen   -   fast   pace   as   shaera   vents   away.   crown   of   midnight   moves   upward   at   the   sudden   voice,   "   with   that   attitude,   yes,   i   do   mind.   "   lithe   figure   does   not   move   an   inch,   hues   back   on   the   new   text   on   her   screen   ⸻   groan   escapes   when   realization   hits,   not   focused   on   reality   around   her   at   the   resort.   

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cue laughter as they forced themselves up onto their feet, dusting off whatever minuscule particles of dirt and dust from their clothes. backside and hips numb from sitting on them for too long, it was hard to even notice the cold. "it is a goal of mine to magically turn into an icicle, actually! so that when i become a kid's magician or something i'll have a neat trick."

attention  was  glued  to  her  phone  ,  messages  sent  back  and  forth  between  elowyn  and  her  chief  operating  officer  as  they  updated  her  on  all  the  joys  of  what  she  was  missing  while  she  was  stuck  in  the  midst  of  winterhell.  she  wouldn't  have  even  noticed  the  person  precariously  perched  had  they  not  spoken  up.  “  fucking  hell.  ”  gaze  snapped  towards  them  ,  a  flash  of  surprise  crossing  features  before  a  brow  cocked  in  question.  “  are  you  trying  to  turn  into  an  icicle  down  there?  ” 

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the posing and in general goofiness couldn't keep visenya annoyed, they laughed so hard their ribs began to hurt which then only caused them to whimper slightly. "oh, jeez. you're hilarious." then came the dreaded forcing of standing up, it sucked but it would be better for their oncoming stitch that was bound to happen.

"well, i don't know who or what dress to impress is, but you've definitely nailed pose 28." a genuine compliment that was followed by more shuttering sounds of their camera, adjusting of the lens and focus. "maybe i'll make a portfolio of all the poses featuring just you."

There was a soft "Huh?" slipping past their lips as they looked around before their gaze finally settled on Visenya on the ground with a camera. Whatever Martyn was doing was discarded as soon as a the idea of something much better presented itself to him. He took a couple of steps back, but never out of the way, and instead started posing, no doubt blurry looking like a blurry patch in the background of the view, but still in there. "Like this? Is this good? I've become quite good at this actually. Been playin' Dress To Impress. This is what we call pose 28."

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closed starter for : @steelfyre , @ravasz , @unbowcd , @ichorsveined &&. @sacrificeds

an eye squinted against the viewfinder, they were practically on the ground trying to get the perfect shot of daffodils against the skyline. a perfectionist — visenya had been in that position for around twenty minutes now. and they almost got it, until a stranger stood right in front of the lens causing a huff of protest. "you mind shuffling outta the way?"

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࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         emma d’-arcy,  29,  non-binary,  they/them.    announcing  the  arrival  of  VISENYA  of  house  TARGARYEN,  the  LEIGE  of  CASTAMERE  .  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  HEADSTRONG and  STUBBORN  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  dragonriding.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  being a ‘lone wolf’ whilst craving the company of others, calloused hands from holding onto rope too tightly, crooked smiles appearing during inappropriate times, a candle wick that refuses to light.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  TARGARYENS

# basic information.

official  name:  visenya targaryen.  noble  title:  liege of castamere.  date  of  birth:  12th may.  age:  29.  birthplace:  kings landing  home:  castamere.  nationality:  valyrian.  gender:  non-binary.  pronouns:  they/them.  orientation:  pansexual.  languages:  common tongue & high valyrian.  accent:  westerland.

# physical information.

faceclaim:  emma d'arcy.  ethnicity:  white.  hair:  silvery blonde.  eyes:  lavender.  height:  5'6".  scent:   vanilla mixed with the subtle hint of dragon.  dominant  hand:  right.  allergies:  none..  scars:  one on their wrist where they cut themselves falling off a tree.   clothing  style:  typical high born dresses, usually in red and black to honour her house.

# personality.

label: the lone wolf dragon.   mbti:   isfp.   enneagram:   9w8 ; the adviser   element:   earth.   star   sign:   taurus.   temperament: phlegmatic  melancholic.  character   inspirations:   rhaenys targaryen (house of the dragon), zhongli (genshin impact), bronya (honkai: star rail)   deadly   sin:   sloth.   heavenly   virtue:   patience.   godly   parent:   hades.

# drives.

hobbies:  archery, dragon riding.  religion:  the seven.  alliance:  targaryen.  personal goals:  to protect her family and house.  would they choose family or power?  family.

# dragon.

name: shrykos. age: four years. scales and wings colour: ruby with black details. eye colour: turquoise. able to ride yet: no.

# narrative...

you never cared for the antics between your house and the lannisters, for what is gold without family? what is lands with nobody to sew them? and titles mean just as little without a strong family.

when your eldest sibling married a lannister you cared less, whether for love or duty; the very idea of marriage seems uninteresting. perhaps you live life so passively that spending forever with someone is neither good nor bad, so long as nobody stops you from doing whatever it is that you do.

a middle child, but not young-middle; you are treated as an elder yet behave wilder than your younger siblings. as a child you enjoyed climbing trees and throwing rocks into rivers. and as you grew older, a bow and arrow became your toys, they never left your side.

the one thing you most longed for was your own dragon, as a targaryen it was only natural for you to fly higher than the trees you once climbed. however, you'd wait quite some time for that dream to become a reality. only four years ago did the queen allow you to take up the challenge of claiming a beast.

you wanted a big, formidable flying weapon and were disappointed when your eyes met the small ruby hatchling, but when it's turquoise eyes met yours all that disappointment instantly left your body. for the first time you witnessed a creature that needed you, rather than you needing it.

you named your little dragon shrykos, and though he is still too small to fly now, you know when that day comes he will be the most loyal and protective companion known throughout the seven kingdoms.

more to be added i have 0 braincells

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# ofdragcn – a dependent single-muse blog for westeroslive . ft :

VISENYA TARGARYEN; a study in : a closed off heart , a refusal to get close to anyone ;  including your family.  sly grins with hands that are just as sly and yet covered in guilt. when kafka said “ i have the true feeling of myself only when i am unbearably unhappy. ’ ” introduction . pinterest . spotify .

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