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He looked at the bottle with his eyes glistening. The bottle was from Summerhall...and that made it magical. He remembered his brother Rheagar and his obsession with the burnt out ruined castle. He had visited there once with him. The memory was meloncholic. He would drink. To his fallen family and his brother. "A perfect drink I think..." he smiled sadly, his eyes darkening. He stood up himself then, ready for a toast.

He thought then. "I am resided in Master Illyrio palace..I am large living quarters there..there are many rooms and I invite you to come and enjoy all the hospitality I have to offer....figs with goats cheese...spiced tomatoes and garlic dips..." he smiled at him and hoped the offer was appealing. He thought then maybe he should reward his new companion to seal the deal. He'd have to have a romage at the palace.

||Braavosi Ports|| The Dragon & The Kracken ||

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Viserys

Clad in purple eyes, I am lost in thine. Through silver vines I plead with you. "fire can not burn a dragon" Yet bound by flesh, he weeps, he sweeps, the lashings of his tail. His life held like dragon skulls, Too precious.. Too dangerous. Molten gold were his eyes. And paler was his skin. Molten gold was his crown.. And wad he sentenced by his kin.

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Viserys looked up at his brother then. "Why did you have to die..." he muttered "Why didn't you come back...sooner...." his lip trembled "Father is dead...mother is dead...Westeros is lost...Dany has left me...the dragon's grumbling it's last ember.." he had lost hope...

He stood then, rubbing his face. "It's been so hard...I...I had to sell mothers crown...I...had to sell...m-" he sobbed then, hugging himself tightly. He looked at Rheagar then, pitifully, his golden hair in his face, messy and unkempt. "Do you have somewhere warm we could go..?" he almost squeeked.

||Dragons Returned|| Rhaegar & Viserys ||

It wasn’t right, seeing Viserys so beaten down. So thin. He needed more to eat, and less hardship in his life. Rhaegar held fast to his brother’s hand, keeping him steady for fear he might topple over. “I—” He began, before his brother wrapped him up in his arms. He choked back a sob, unable to help himself as he returned the embrace very tightly. The little boy Viserys had been was not gone, not lost. He had never left, and Rhaegar had never stopped loving him.

“Shhh…” He soothed him, rubbing his back slowly, the rest of the world forgotten now. “Hush, it’s alright. Everything is going to be alright.” He promised, as he let his brother take his strength from him. He felt warm tears on his skin and bit down hard on his lower lip. He’d never been able to stand to see his little brother cry.

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"A story..." he said slowly then, letting himself think of something before he took a bite of the stale bread. He put an arm around her, the food on his lap. He was warm and smelled of the spicy Pentoshi markets.

"There was once a fierce and fearsome dragon...that prowled the Reach in search of young maidens to eat...she was the most feared beast in all of Westeros...until one day...a cruel and mean young knight decided to slay her.... There was a huge battle...and her flames sourched the wild flowers until the land was pitch. The knight killed her however...ticked her by blinding her with his shiney shield..and cutting her throat..."

He had a way of telling stories, his voice was soft and calming.

"There was a young Targaryen princess..who fell into sadness when she heard the news of the Dragoness' death...so she decided to travel to the site of the battle with a thousand of her guardsmen...to pay homage to the dead sister...and there inside the creatures cave...she found one...small silvery dragons egg...left to die.."

He continued to eat, the outside light fading.

"She wept when she saw it and brought it back to Kings Landing...there they hatched it with wild fire..and the little scaley beast took to the skies and sang his song of flames..he was so silver...he shun blue in the sun...Reagivys...the flying ocean.."

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 Dany nodded against his shirt. “I miss you every day,” she replied in earnest. When he gently pushed her off, she skipped after him, taking a seat on the straw. Purple eyes widened at the site of food. They had yet to eat that day, and her stomach ached painfully. Her small hand darted out and brought the bread to her lips, pausing guiltily at her brother’s command. She took a slow bite instead. It was old bread, and tough to chew, but it was something. Dany knew better than to ever complain. Vissy tries so hard. It made her sad, that her brother always had to leave. In the long hours alone, she would daydream of a happier existence, one where their larders were always full. Viserys would never have to go away. And we’re king and queen together, just like he promised.

“Tell me a story,” she pleaded, looking up to him. Dany had spent the day playing queen, weaving a circlet of straw for a crown. Yet her imagination was never as satisfying as her brother’s stories.

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For my brothers to use as they wish

Or not use at all

Ya know, do your thing

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He was naked from the waist up now. His chest narrow and the ribs could be see if he took in a breath that hit too deep. She could see the nipple that was no more...only a jagged scar remained where once was healthy pink. It had been another of the Userper's assassins that had destoryed it. But apart from that her brother's skin was procelin.

She could feel his hair against her naked shoulders, although shorter than hers, it was just as soft. He took care of it, unlike many men in armour. He pulled back and pulled down his breeches, letting everything pool on the floor. He wanted to be naked in front of her. To be pure and unhindered before her, like how they both came into the world.

She could see his hardness, beneath golden hair that creeped up his stomach in a thin line. He embraced her again, their skin against eachother. If the Pentoshi air was hot enough maybe these two golden children could melt into one.

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The dragon's eyes narrowed at the man. Killing one Kracken just to have another of it's living arms clasp around the Iron Isles. If he gave them the freedom to crown their own kings...all of Westeros would be at it. He thought now to himself. He would need the Iron Borns fleet...he would kill this...Crow's Eye...take back his throne..and crush the Iron Born again. Until all were bloodied and kneeling in the Seven Kingdoms.

He smiled finally, his porcelian face breaking with soft pink lips. His hair was now in his eyes, white golden tendrils. He relished another jellied apple and swollowed, his own apple bobbing. He sighed and looked at the Captain again, resting his head against one angular hand.

"You wish to rid the world of your brother...but do not want the dirt and shame of kinslayer on your hands?" he chuckled softly "Very well...I will preform your dirty work for you..I'll take your sins to the seven hells with me.." he smirked "I will help you and you must help me.." he extended a hand.

||Braavosi Ports|| The Dragon & The Kracken ||

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Viserys took his brothers hand and let him help him stand. He was light, lithe and thin. Not a well fed or muscled individual. The haze of dreams and sleep were leaving the young prince. "Rheagar...how?"he grunted, staring at the man who was his brother, there was no denying.

He stopped him, hardly even heard about the soup and the clean beds. He looked up at his brother..who was still taller than him. His amythest eyes filled with clear diamond tears and he fell against Rheagar. He hugged him, clutched at him as his thin body heaved forgotten pains and tears.

||Dragons Returned|| Rhaegar & Viserys ||

The moment their eyes met, he knew it was his baby brother. That he was Viserys was no question. He had grown into a man all on his own, and yet the wonder in his eyes were the very same ones that had smiled for him when Rhaegar would sing him to sleep. He smiled for his little brother, even if it was a sad smile, tipping his chin up. “Yes. It’s me.” He whispered, holding his gaze.

“How I’ve missed you every single day.” The elder brother held out his hand to him, to help him up. “This is no place to sleep. Come with me. I’ll get you some warm soup, and a better place to lay your head. Answers will come in due time, answers to questions I know you may have. Come.”

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The words the captain had said ignited wildfire inside the man. A fire of passion blazed through his charred bones. Ships. Iron Born ships. I will have Westeros..I will crush Kings Landing and the rest will follow..

He seemed to not be listening, but he was. His eyes were wide and far away, thinking of something esle. He almost jolted when he heard the end of the sentence. He wants something of me..they always do. "What revenge do you seek Iron Born?" he said, it sounded as if Victorian was in the Red Keep himself, faced with the iron throne in all it's venomed glory. The voice Viserys now used...sounded like a king. If not for the wood on the ship..it might even have echoed.

"And more importantly..." he picked up a jellied appled and stared at it, it was poised in his delicate hands. He looked at Victorian and ate the apple. "What is it you want of me?"

||Braavosi Ports|| The Dragon & The Kracken ||

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"Touch me sister..." he mumbled against her wet nipple before pulling away. He looked up at her, amythests simply shining. His lips were glossening. His breath came heavy. He ran his slender hands all over her goose pimpled flesh. Letting her skin react to his own soft palms.

He wanted her, but he knew that if he was to ever marry her off as a means to solidify alliences with someone..he couldn't touch her maiden head. But there were other things a man could do to a woman..and a woman to a man...that meant pleasure more than honor.

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The Prince listened to him calmly, eyeing the fruit and watching him eat a slice. He waited then, osberving the man. He hadn't stood up and choked...so he plunged his hand inside the jar and pulled out a slice, eating it and relishing it. He had a sweet tooth back when he still resided in the Red Keep...but after so many years. Sugar was seldomn so he enjoyed every gramm.

"Well..." he paused. "I have yet to precure my army...or the funds for which to do so..." he felt like an idiot to admit it. He tried to still seem regal. But in truth he had not a penny to his name, only borrowed clothes and borrowed swords. All from sympathisers...and even they were losing patience.

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Viserys had his head down upon his arms that were folded down on his knees. His hair was messy and sprawled across his black clad legs. He was cold to the touch but looked up groggily, how he managed to sleep in that position was beyond it all.

"Who...." he asked, his tired purple eyes squinting. "Who...are.." he focused then upon the man who had his hand upon his shoulder. He thought for a moment he was a merchant come to push him on his way...a begger ready to take his money by knife point, a man looking to pleasure himself upon him. No....I know those eyes...

"Rhaegar?" the word was old and croaked in his choked throat. Dreams. He had not dreamt of Rhaegar in years. The dreams of him died when he began to dream of setting Westeros and his sister on fire and burning them all. No...it was a dream..but at least it was a sweet dream.

||Dragons Returned|| Rhaegar & Viserys ||

Rh’llor was a gracious God. Not only had he given Rhaegar the gift of life, permitting him to walk the world again as Raqorro, but he often gave him visions to learn from. Gazing into the fires, he had been allowed glimpses of the sister he had never known, amongst his own duties, things he must understand to better serve the Lord of Light. And then, Rh’llor showed him his baby brother.

At first he had not understood. Who was the filthy young vagabond that he was seeing? The flames could only teach him so much, and it was only when he had been shown the boy’s face that he knew. Viserys. He lived! Rhaegar had been sure that he’d perished, since no one could tell him what had happened out there in the Dothraki sea. Yet, there he was. Pentos was easy to recognize, and Raqorro made his leave from Asshai to go and find his baby brother there.

Only when he had followed the path shown to him did he find him, curled up in a doorway like a common urchin. His heart could have broken then, seeing him like that. He remembered the little boy who’d had the entire world at his fingertips… and now the entire world had forsaken him. But not Rhaegar. Never Rhaegar.

Kneeling down beside him, he laid a hand on the young man’s shoulder. “Viserys.” He said, in that voice that was soft, yet had the tone of iron. “Viserys, wake up.”

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"Do you like that sweet sister?" he purred gently in her ear, the breath making it wet inside, sending shivers through her. He kissed her ear then, kissed and licked and dragged said tongue of fire down her throat to her collar bone...to her breast.

He took one soft pink nipple in his his warm, wet mouth and began to lick and suck. His other hand poised on the other, teasing it in rythem with his mouth.

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||OOC Viserys Rant||

I want to know what happened to Viserys' body after he was murdered. Was he buried? Was he left to rot in some ditch? He should have been burned. Targaryens are dragons and return to the flames.

I have a sinking feeling that he was not honored this way. He was, at most, buried. And that is not the Targaryen way.

It's disrespectful and surely his soul can never rest.

He had a broken mind and a broken soul. He went through so much. He deserved to go the way of his family. One last time.