#* filed as : dialogue ― visera waters .

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addressed   to          :         open  to  all   /   @reignrbs​

the  night  was  clear  and  beautiful  ,  and  visera  found  her  gaze  glued  to  the  swath  of  sky  that  was  visible  through  the  roof  of  the  open  -  air  courtyard  that  housed  the  main  wedding  celebrations  .  despite  its  exposure  to  the  night  air  ,  a  night  spent  dancing  could  make  any  space  feel  stuffy  ,  and  she  had  padded  her  way  out  onto  a  balcony  for  fresh  air  ,  gaze  automatically  aimed  towards  where  she  knew  her  family’s  dragons  resided  .  pointing  to  the  horizon  ,  she  turns  to  the  person  she  shares  her  respite  with  .  “  look  ,  there  —  ”  in  the  distance  ,  a  dragon  is  returning  from  what  she  assumes  was  a  nightly  hunt  .  she  drops  her  arm  and  leans  both  elbows  on  the  balcony’s  railing  ,  a  smile  painted  on  her  valyrian  features  .  “  i  believe  they’ll  be  more  upset  than  any  when  we  depart  from  here  ,  ”  a  thoughtful  pause  ,  “  perhaps  not  those  who  enjoy  dornish  red  slightly  too  much  ,  but  .  ”

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visera feels uncomfortable under the lady's gaze , though not because there is necessarily anything nefarious about it . she is still unused to the attention that her valyrian features draw outside of her own circle of family and friends , but beyond that , the lady seems to have a way of observing that makes visera feel as if she is translucent . the shadows had always been her shield , growing up . emerging from them was not yet something she was used to . she nods in confirmation , keeping lilac eyes cast down on the kitten . " i've only had the one , " the one being a rapidly growing dragon . " perhaps you could take her home . who would stop you ? "

        making  the  blacktyde  uneasy  was  hardly  difficult. some of her own kin made her nervous depending on their mood, and being in the maze alone left her stomach in notes. she wished maery was nearby or hugo, but if they were luck hadn't caused them to stumble upon her and kat was far too petrified to go searching herself. doe eyes watched visera closely, not because she expected the other lady to do anything but because it was a habit.   ❝ you think so? ❞   her gaze briefly looked down at the kitten and she scratched its head. looking back at visera, katerina did her best to smile.   ❝ i wouldn't know. i never had a pet. ❞

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addressed   to          :         utp   /   @wnterreign​

following  rhaenara  around  when  she  was  not  so  willing  to  heed  her  septa  had  become  visera’s  most  commonly  participated  in  pass  time  in  sunspear  ,  followed  only  by  visits  to  the  training  grounds  .  without  darksmoke  ,  she  was  dreadfully  bored  —  and  lonely  ,  as  it  turned  out  .  following  after  her  younger  sister  now  as  her  tiny  silver-blonde  head  barrels  towards  the  stable  doors  for  the  umpteenth  day  in  a  row  since  visera  had  first  suggested  they  visit  them  ,  visera  must  lengthen  her  stride  to  keep  up  .  “  she  will  not  get  in  your  way  ,  i  promise  ,  ”  she  insists  ,  “  she’s  quite  compact  .  smaller  than  a  large  sack  of  grain  ,  even  .  ”

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addressed   to          :         elaena  targaryen   /   @qcyqoyi​

when  visera  was  troubled  ,  she  turned  to  her  mother  .  for  a  girl  who  coveted  and  valued  her  independence  in  all  other  areas  ,  it  was  a  diversion  from  her  usual  character  —  but  she  saw  no  issue  in  it  .  before  her  mother  had  married  simon  and  before  rhaenara  had  been  born  ,  it  had  been  just  the  two  of  them  .  visera  liked  to  think  that  her  mother  needed  her  just  as  much  as  she  needed  elaena  .  “  will  we  be  allowed  to  visit  the  dragons  ?  ”  she  queries  after  a  few  moments  of  combing  through  rhaenara’s  hair  gently  as  the  young  lady  sat  in  her  lap  ,  though  the  thought  has  been  burning  in  her  mind  since  sunspear’s  gates  had  slammed  shut  —  seemingly  for  an  extended  period  .  she  had  not  been  without  darksmoke  since  they  had  bonded  ,  and  the  distance  was  doing  her  no  good  .  “  i  believe  i  already  know  the  answer  .  ”

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addressed   to          :         pimchanok  targaryen   /   @ruinovs​

thin  fingers  wrap  around  the  bars  of  her  aunt’s  cell  ,  though  visera  forces  herself  to  look  through  them  ,  to  see  pim  imprisoned  .  the  sight  evokes  a  strange  cocktail  of  anger  and  fear  ,  normally  two  emotions  that  passed  by  each  other  in  her  mind  like  ships  in  the  night  .  “  this  is  horseshit  ,  ”  she  all  but  spits  ,  wasting  no  time  following  her  arrival  ,  brow  furrowing  ,  “  the  king  could  have  you  freed  if  he  wished  it  so  .  ”  of  that  ,  visera  was  truly  uncertain  —  she  knew  nothing  and  wished  to  know  nothing  of  aedar’s  mind  .  but  she  speaks  it  with  conviction  nonetheless  .

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by all means but by blood , visera was no clansman . the prospect of visiting the mountains of the vale is equally as intimidating as it is exciting , and visera is firmly planted within a cocktail of the two emotions . she may belong according to her uncle , but he was the only family member she was remotely acquainted with . once amongst the clans , she would be mostly a stranger . despite her whirling thoughts , visera manages to paste a smile onto her face that is not altogether disingenuous . " you and many others , i suppose , " she quips , considering the fact that the beasts' continued existence was not known of until recently . but still , she knew less than her legitimate counterparts . " i never listened , " she informs , " they had to tell me something at least three times before it would sink in . " throughout her childhood , visera had abhorred the structure that would usually befit a child . she wished only to be doing what it was she desired in each moment . lessons were hardly on her agenda . " well , i look forward to meeting your friend , " she admits , and is honest . visera is not the most social of beings , but anybody whom her uncle cherished was bound to be worth an introduction . " not quite . i've gotten quite good at dodging chubby little hands . " she shakes her head , smile widening . " i would be safer with a shaved head around her . "

his  mind  was  already  working  on  just  how  to  ask  rodrik  and  alicent  if  visera  could  visit.  tharon  didn't  see  any  issue  ,  she  was  family  as  were  they.  the  young  waters  shared  his  blood.  but  he  also  knew  that  the  vale  was  very  closed  off  ,  and  happy  for  it.  perhaps  it  would  all  go  fine  ,  they  would  be  happy  to  meet  his  niece  ,  and  her  visit  to  the  vale  an  enjoyable  one.  he  also  could  not  wait  to  see  his  father  meet  her  ,  and  his  mother.  they  cared  for  family  deeply  ,  it  would  not  matter  the  color  of  her  hair  and  eyes  only  who  she  hailed  from.  “  then  i  have  nothing  compared  to  you.  ”  he  counters  with  a  small  laugh.  tharon  didn't  have  that  pull  of  curiosity  burning  in  his  soul.  his  curiosity  was  solely  at  the  interest  of  what  damage  dragons  could  cause  to  the  eyrie  ,  but  he  hoped  it  never  came  to  that.  “  that  sounds  terrible.  ”  he  was  never  one  for  lessons  ,  not  unless  they  involved  combat.  his  head  tilts  ,  interested  yet.  “  that's  interesting.  "  one  would  assume  that  they  simply  grew  ,  not  that  confinement  had  an  effect.  instead  of  continuing  to  wonder  ,  though  he  chuckles  once  more.  "  ah  ,  that  is  because  you  have  yet  to  meet.  he  is  my  favorite  person  to  bully.  ”  a  lifelong  friendship  made  them  such.  but  tharon  also  respected  his  friend  ,  and  the  position  rod  held  for  the  vale.  “  ah  ,  has  aster  gotten  ahold  of  your  hair  yet  ?  "  tharon  had  experienced  that  time  and  time  over  yet.  it's  why  he'd  shaved  the  sides  of  his  head  and  started  wearing  his  hair  more  braided  back  than  before.  "  i  suppose  she  thought  you  could  do  with  a  hair  cut.  "  he  teases.

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addressed   to          :         pimchanok  targaryen   /   @ruinovs​

visera  knew  little  of  the  goings  on  between  pim  and  aedar  the  night  of  the  wedding  .  the  bits  of  the  puzzle  that  she  had  were  only  those  she  had  managed  to  gather  through  eavesdropping  ,  having  not  had  the  chance  to  see  pim  herself  .  but  visera  meant  to  remedy  that  at  any  cost  ,  blatantly  bypassing  the  maesters  that  she  had  heeded  the  hours  beforehand  ,  having  kept  quiet  and  away  from  her  aunt  while  they  rested  as  long  as  her  inquiring  mind  had  allowed  her  to  do  so  .  entering  pim’s  chambers  without  much  in  the  way  of  announcement  ,  visera  stops  a  few  steps  past  the  threshold  .  “  i  had  to  see  for  myself  how  you  were  ,  ”  she  offers  the  explanation  for  her  intrusion  ,  shrugging  slightly  . 

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addressed   to          :         rhaegar  targaryen   /   @fallencrxwns​

visera  was  almost  glad  to  be  cooped  up  amongst  her  family  ,  for  as  long  as  she  could  see  them  with  her  own  lilac  eyes  ,  she  could  know  for  certain  that  they  were  safe  .  she  was  especially  protective  of  her  younger  sister  ,  having  spent  most  of  her  time  with  rhaenara  following  the  attacks  at  the  wedding  .  she  found  the  presence  of  the  little  lady  comforting  ,  as  she  did  the  presence  of  her  baby  cousin  .  knocking  for  entry  ,  visera  ducks  her  head  around  the  door  to  speak  to  her  uncle  .  “  is  rhaelle  awake  ?  ”  planning  on  asking  once  again  to  hold  the  babe  ,  should  rhaegar  allow  it  . 

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addressed   to          :        utp   /  @stxrfclls

location         :        the briar maze

head angled back as far as her mortal body will allow , visera scans the blue of the sky for a flash of something —  anything . twice , now , she has mistaken ravens passing overhead , carrying boring messages for boring maesters , as the flash of ryoko's or darksmoke's dark scales far overhead . stepping backwards in a rather precarious manner , the thud of the top of her head colliding with something elicits an exasperated huff from the young dragon . whirling around to curse at the offending object , palm pressed to her silver - blonde hair where it stings , visera is silenced by the realization that she'd walked into another person . " oh , " she stammers , " you might as well be made of stone , " she informs , dropping her arm . " . . . my apologies . " it's offered after a moment , lilted upwards at the end as if a question rather than a proper beg for forgiveness , and muttered into the briars rather than to their face .

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" the dornish guards are rather on edge , " she shrugs slightly , hands held behind her back so that she would not knock anything else over in her distraction . normally , she was silent as she moved , a skill learned from pim in her youth —  making such a loud entrance was uncharacteristic . " nothing — " she admits in response to laurane's question , " i was more so pacing than anything else , i guess . "

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the long period of separation from darksmoke was beginning to take its toll on visera , her days now filled with nothing but thoughts of her dragon . the library , to her , was another setting in which to mull over their unfortunate situation . roaming through the stacks , fingers trailing along the spines , her mind had been elsewhere when she knocked a heavy tome to the floor , resulting in a bang that sufficiently knocked her from her daydreams of flight . “ it was just a tome , ” she explains , moving to pick up the book and erase the evidence of her distractedness . “ sorry , aunt laurane . ”

“You don��t have to apologise “ she reassured her, smiling softly and shrugging “As you said it was just a tome and even if it had been something more important, it was just an accident” Of course had it been something important and  the one breaking it was someone she wasn’t related to, Laurane wouldn’t be so understanding. “What were you reading?”

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addressed   to          :        daeron of braavos   /  @wnterreign

location         :        the briar maze

in all her one and twenty years , visera had never so wished to be invisible . her appearance alone made her a beacon for ire , a physical representation of what kept them all captive amongst the briars . it was apparent early on in their imprisonment that her small stature and her practiced , quieted footfalls were not enough to aid her in avoiding the scathing eyes of those that wished ill upon her uncle the king . thus , visera had set her mind to getting as far into the middle of the maze as she could without her path being obstructed , figuring that the deeper she went , the lonelier she'd become . the sound of movement in her attempt at an oasis only serves to irk , lilac gaze narrowing and redirecting in the direction of the noise . " oh , " her annoyed bravado deflates at the sight of her cousin . " it's just you . "

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addressed   to          :         calla  tarth  /   @ruinovs​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

location          :          somewhere  in  sunspear  .

visera  had  been  at  summerhall  throughout  her  mother’s  visit  to  evenfall  hall  ,  though  she  knew  of  the  trip  through  almost  constant  correspondence  with  elaena  via  letters  .  in  truth  ,  she  was  glad  to  have  avoided  it  —  but  only  as  glad  as  she  felt  guilty  .  her  last  interaction  with  calla  had  been  more  than  unpleasant  ,  in  fact  ,  closer  to  the  realm  of  heart  wrenching  .  her  overstep  was  egregious  ,  even  as  it  was  fuelled  by  a  genuine  childhood  idolization  of  the  late  lady  commander  .  it  seemed  that  over  the  last  half  year  ,  visera  had  grown  into  the  role  of  adulthood  that  her  age  signalled  in  many  ways  —  yet  in  the  presence  of  calla  ,  she  was  reduced  to  the  bits  of  herself  that  clung  to  childhood  .  “  lady  tarth  ,  ”  she  greets  with  a  dip  of  her  head  ,  lilac  eyes  remaining  on  the  floor  even  after  she  has  straightened  .  “  it  is  nice  to  see  you  again  .  ”  she  offers  a  meek  smile  ,  one  that  lacks  conviction  ,  and  she  knows  it  will  be  transparent  .

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addressed   to          :         rhaenys  targaryen  /   @silverflcmes​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

location          :          beyond  the  winding  walls  .

squinting  against  the  sun  ,  visera  holds  a  hand  over  her  eyes  to  shield  them  ,  scanning  the  horizon  for  a  flash  of  airborne  deep  green  .  the  dornish  sky  offered  little  in  the  way  of  cloud  cover  ,  which  made  it  all�� the  easier  to  spot  her  unruly  dragon  from  a  ways  away  .  “  return  ,  darksmoke  !  ”  her  high  valyrian  beckoning  is  swallowed  up  by  the  summer  sea  nearby  ,  but  in  the  distance  ,  the  flash  of  green  turns  back  in  her  direction  nonetheless  .  visera  huffs  a  sigh  of  quiet  relief  through  her  nostrils  ,  her  heart  receding  from  her  throat  ,  and  she  turns  back  to  face  rhaenys  with  an  air  of  quiet  pride  .  “  i  think  he  may  be  growing  out  of  his  rebellious  stage  .  but  i  would  perhaps  not  put  coins  on  it  quite  yet  .  ”

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🌘    »    chvxlrys​  :

He had finally found a tome to tide himself over with, one that he had never seen before and was excited to dig into.

He missed his home, missed his own chambers filled with books and parchment scribbled with his own thoughts and dreams that no one would ever read. He missed not having to play the game, force a smile that didn’t look natural on his lips, or dance around the plain truth. But mostly he missed his books. So, he found a nook for himself and poured a cup of the finest wine he could get away with nicking from the kitchens and began to read, his eyebrows furrowed and his teeth worrying his bottom lip as he reached, clumsily, for his goblet only to knock it over onto the ground and the shoes of his unfortunate victim.

“I-” He huffed impatiently; a curse so low that he would have been surprised if anyone else could hear it. “I apologize profusely.”

He reached for his cane, his face twisting into a small but noticeable grimace as he stood. He had spent too long sitting and his left hip was stiff, the ornate false leg he wore only serving to chafe the sensitive skin under it after such a long period of use but he refused to wear a simpler one while on winterfell, a sort of security blanket even if he would never admit it.

since  her  conversation  with  rhaenys  in  the  library  and  pimchanok  in  the  presence  of  their  dragons  ,  visera  had  taken  to  memorizing  the  quieter  spots  winterfell’s  keep  had  to  offer  .  if  she  must  struggle  with  her  studies  in  high  valyrian  ,  she  would  do  it  in  a  place  that  offered  both  privacy  and  quiet  .  practiced  in  invisibility  from  her  many  months  spent  in  the  red  keep  ,  her  footfalls  are  all  but  silent  on  her  approach  .  the  wine  sloshing  onto  her  shoes  ,  however  ,  negated  how  soundless  her  arrival  was  .  “  it’s  fine  ,  ”  she  replies  simply  .  in  truth  ,  her  mind  lies  elsewhere  .  alexia  had  told  her  of  the  pending  betrothal  between  she  and  the  lannister  lord  —  it  had  been  sheer  luck  that  brought  visera  to  him  ,  but  she  was  glad  to  have  had  a  glimpse  of  him  before  her  shadow  -  like  observation  was  interrupted  .  when  she  looks  upon  him  ,  she  cannot  imagine  alexia  by  his  side  —  but  then  again  ,  visera  cannot  imagine  her  friend  stood  happily  by  any  man’s  side  .  “  my  mother’s  house  favours  red  .  these  will  match  half  my  wardrobe  now  .  ”  she  offers  a  thin  smile  ,  though  it  lacks  conviction  . 

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addressed   to          :         alexia stark   /   @stxrfclls

visera's excitement at the prospect of flying on dragonback had not dulled now that she had travelled as far as winterfell and back to dragonstone with darksmoke . there is an ember of pride that burns inside her chest , one that knows she would not have had that chance had she not snuck her way into the dragonpit over a year ago . " perhaps stand back a bit , " she suggests to alexia , turning back to her friend with a smile on her face . " he's still quite —  ornery . and young . " her palm rests on darksmoke's scales , black as obsidian until they glint dark green in the highgarden sun . though he was but young , as darksmoke aged he grew to look more and more formidable . still , visera is thrilled to finally have both he and alexia in the same orbit .

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addressed   to          :         osric arryn   /   @patriciers

" do you think you'll win the entire joust ? " visera asks the question before offering a greeting consisting of a slight nod , having come up from behind the lord of the vale with her usual silent footsteps . their time as fellow travellers had been marked by their individual relationships to tharon . visera had kept out of the lord's way intentionally , too nervous about her approaching time with her father's clan to take much interest in anything else . however , lord rodrik had allowed her to visit the eyrie briefly , and that warranted the politeness of not ignoring his brother as she passed , if nothing else . " i think if i were as large as you , nothing could stop me . "