After the first round of
got_exchange we had a surprisingly successful comment fic meme going for a while (
here's a list of all the fics that were written last time), so I thought it might be fun to do this again. (Like last time, it's posted on the mod account journal because I don't want to enable anonymous comments on the exchange community.)
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And then some days the rage is blue and softer and something inside him curls like a dying leaf, trembling and withered, and he thinks of silver hair atop of black, spread out on the carpet before a roaring fire.
(The fire is always roaring, Princess Elia in her chair watching them at play says the warmth reminds her of home, reminds her of Dorne. His father sneers, calls her foreign, calls her impure, calls her weak, frail, but Viserys thinks he must be wrong, that Elia must be a dragon, too, to enjoy a blazing fire so, he thinks she belongs ( ... )
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Viserys thinks he must be wrong, that Elia must be a dragon, too, to enjoy a blazing fire so, he thinks she belongs.
Flawless. And his fondness for Rhaenys, how he promises to marry her one day if she has no brother...I teared up a bit.
Really top-notch work.
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Thank you again for the wonderful feedback, I'm so glad you liked it!
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Viserys thinks he must be wrong, that Elia must be a dragon, too, to enjoy a blazing fire so, he thinks she belongs.)
but at night he dreams of those unbowed, unbent, unbroken, and wishes words would make it so.
Viserys was such a tragic character, thank you for bringing him back to life for a little while! *hugs for him and you*
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