Fourteen. Love Dragon.

[wakethedragon]

You people don't even know what love is.

[Private to Rassilon]

{The Dragon has a lot to say about love, but the minute he starts the private message, he becomes tongue tied, loses his train of thought, and hastily cuts the feed.

In about three hours time, Rassilon will find a picture of a dragon holding a heart slipped under his door. It will look like an eight year old drew it because that's about when Viserys stopped his art lessons.}

Comments

[lastmanstanding]

Love is a chemical reaction that gets people in fucking trouble and ultimately destroys relationships and lives.

[wakethedragon]

What are you, a fucking maester?

[lastmanstanding]

...What? No.

[wakethedragon]

I suppose next you'll say love is just another link on your stupid chain.

Well, it isn't.

Only here because I wanted to tell you that this post almost literally made me spit-take

[fuglyslut]

Speak for yourself. [Her eyes keep darting to the corner of her screen, wistfully.]

Yay! I take that as the highest of compliments <3

[wakethedragon]

I know perfectly well what love is.

Rassilon better appreciate!

[fuglyslut]

Well, maybe you do, but so do I.

He better frame that shit and treasure it always!

[wakethedragon]

Do you now?

[He contemplates her for several seconds, blinks, and sighs.]

I just wish he even knew I existed.

[hourglass_twin]

Don't I? [Because he'd swear upon the red moon that he was feeling it right then.]

[wakethedragon]

I somehow doubt it.

[hourglass_twin]

How could any not know what love was upon looking at this post?

[wakethedragon]

Are you mocking me?

[hourglass_twin]

Why would I mock you?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

How do you know?

[wakethedragon]

Because I know, that's why.

Don't tell me you have been in love.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

No, don't be stupid. I mean, I don't...

...Maybe...[Someone is so affected. :C]

[wakethedragon]

[Someone's jaw nearly hits the floor.]

You love someone! Seven fiery hells! Who is it? Is he deserving?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Shhh! Does it matter who?

[shortsightedlove]

[To Viserys' credit, despite all the linefacing at the art at first, Rassilon is hardly better when it comes to drawing -- give complicated weapon plans any day, but something organic? Nope.

Then he notices the heart (and the biologist in him insists that it's drawn all wrong). A dragon holding a heart. Wait. As far as he understands these silly human customs a heart meant... Oh no. And who would depict themselves as a dragon?

...Pazithi Gallifreya. Of course.

He'll... just hide in his room and ignore it. Yes, that's it- No, wait, he'll need to get food. Perhaps tell the man he's engaged? But that had to be common knowledge by now, really.

...Pazithi Gallifreya, why do you always do this Admiral.]

Perfect icon is perfect <3

[wakethedragon]

[Viserys will be drawing a lot of hearts and stalking the corridor outside of Rassilon's door over the course of the flood, but if he ever sees him, he'll probably squeal and run in the other direction.]

audio;

[plays]

They probably just do as they're told.

audio;

[wakethedragon]

Most smallfolk do.

Who is this? I don't recognize your voice.

audio forever;

[plays]

Just like children of ten might act.

Anyway, I'm new around here. Trade you names, stranger.

audio forever;

[wakethedragon]

Ten what? Gods?

I'm Viserys of House Targaryen, the Third of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.

[plays]

Ten years, dear.

Cute. But quite a mouthful. Do you have a nickname?