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asgardeventide2014-02-19 06:32 pm
bratking) wrote in asgardeventide2014-02-19 06:32 pm
video // Joffrey and Viserys
[Red is Viserys]
[Orange is Joffrey]
[The only view is of a door - the door to Viserys Targaryen’s room, to be exact - cracked slightly open, with a bucket on the rim.]
Just wait for it. [He whispers, not wanting to alert Viserys to his scheme.] He’s going to throw a fit.
[“Going to”? He’s quite already there if the way the door flies open is anything to go by. It flies open, the bucket of paint falls, and a stream of gold pours down over him, covering his head and dripping down his clothes, ready to pool on the floor. There’s no screaming at this gold over his head, every ounce of air in his lungs briefly punched out of him. The way he backs up against the wall is quick and panicked, as if he’s just had a bucket of hideous, venomous insects and snakes poured all over him. It happens quickly, and if one listens well enough between the sound of him hitting the wall and the gasp for air, they might just be able to pick up on two words rushed together:
Sweet sister.
He goes still the moment he spots Joffrey, though. Remarkably still for someone who’s so prone to being restless, which might be warning to someone else, but. Well.]
You.
[Joffrey is in the middle of a laughing fit, and takes a few seconds to catch his breath.] You should have seen your face! How pathetic!
[Far too still to be trusted, and it’s a miracle Viserys manages to remain as such when that hideous (to his ears, probably the same to everyone else in Westeros) laughter rings out. Pathetic breaks every bit of patience he has and what’s more pathetic, really, than a man launching himself at a boy a full decade younger than him? For someone covered in gold paint, it seems effortless to do as much, like some scrawny football player finally getting his chance to shine by...tackling a child to the floor.]
[Joffrey yells and hits the ground with a thud, limbs flailing about in a misguided attempt to land a blow on his attacker.] Get off of me, you brute!
Brute? Me? [He is apparently really good at this—has Joffrey been suffering this all along? Limbs flail and Viserys moves to grab at his wrists, to pin him down, ready to bodily stick him to the floor if he has to. How pathetic indeed.] Your father was the brute—hold still, hold still or it will be much worse. Hold still or I'll spit in your mouth!
Don’t you dare talk about my father! [He struggles more, despite the advice he was given.] I should have brought my bow and shot you instead!
[Good advice, too, because all that struggling does is earn him a smack, and it looks like it will only get worse before—]
[Joffrey lets out another high-pitched yell, before realizing that he’s still filming this. Not wanting to let the world see his continued humiliation (this was supposed to humiliate Viserys, after all!) he shuts the feed off.]
[ooc; takes place shortly after this post. They'll both be responding separately from their own rooms; please specify in the subject line if you only want to direct the reply at one of them!]
[Orange is Joffrey]
[The only view is of a door - the door to Viserys Targaryen’s room, to be exact - cracked slightly open, with a bucket on the rim.]
Just wait for it. [He whispers, not wanting to alert Viserys to his scheme.] He’s going to throw a fit.
[“Going to”? He’s quite already there if the way the door flies open is anything to go by. It flies open, the bucket of paint falls, and a stream of gold pours down over him, covering his head and dripping down his clothes, ready to pool on the floor. There’s no screaming at this gold over his head, every ounce of air in his lungs briefly punched out of him. The way he backs up against the wall is quick and panicked, as if he’s just had a bucket of hideous, venomous insects and snakes poured all over him. It happens quickly, and if one listens well enough between the sound of him hitting the wall and the gasp for air, they might just be able to pick up on two words rushed together:
Sweet sister.
He goes still the moment he spots Joffrey, though. Remarkably still for someone who’s so prone to being restless, which might be warning to someone else, but. Well.]
You.
[Joffrey is in the middle of a laughing fit, and takes a few seconds to catch his breath.] You should have seen your face! How pathetic!
[Far too still to be trusted, and it’s a miracle Viserys manages to remain as such when that hideous (to his ears, probably the same to everyone else in Westeros) laughter rings out. Pathetic breaks every bit of patience he has and what’s more pathetic, really, than a man launching himself at a boy a full decade younger than him? For someone covered in gold paint, it seems effortless to do as much, like some scrawny football player finally getting his chance to shine by...tackling a child to the floor.]
[Joffrey yells and hits the ground with a thud, limbs flailing about in a misguided attempt to land a blow on his attacker.] Get off of me, you brute!
Brute? Me? [He is apparently really good at this—has Joffrey been suffering this all along? Limbs flail and Viserys moves to grab at his wrists, to pin him down, ready to bodily stick him to the floor if he has to. How pathetic indeed.] Your father was the brute—hold still, hold still or it will be much worse. Hold still or I'll spit in your mouth!
Don’t you dare talk about my father! [He struggles more, despite the advice he was given.] I should have brought my bow and shot you instead!
[Good advice, too, because all that struggling does is earn him a smack, and it looks like it will only get worse before—]
[Joffrey lets out another high-pitched yell, before realizing that he’s still filming this. Not wanting to let the world see his continued humiliation (this was supposed to humiliate Viserys, after all!) he shuts the feed off.]
[ooc; takes place shortly after this post. They'll both be responding separately from their own rooms; please specify in the subject line if you only want to direct the reply at one of them!]
no the other one with wargs and one eyed crows
Oh, it's not that Mance shits particularly big, just that this boy king is an awfully small shit. [Get it? That was the joke. Mance takes bigger shits because Joffrey is just a little shit.]
did you miss the "terror" yiggy u ok there
Sort of.]
There are many who would consider those who live above the Wall lesser people, perhaps even lower than savages. [don't ask him what he thinks he's trying to play nice here] He is both small and a shit, I agree. You've a tongue not often found on a woman. Is that common above the Wall?
other terrifying gods
[Oh, that gender thing again.] I'm a spearwife. I am my own woman, words or no.
drown them and let them die for real, problem solved
I have no desire to call you a savage, spear in my hand or otherwise. [Because he's understanding? No, because what does he do with a spear? He can't even use a sword. Joffrey can't count to seven. Viserys can't use a weapon. Nothing in common with these two, no. Not a thing.] You do not find your own words important?
[Words are important
when you're begging. He's a begwife.]
drowned gods? really. NO THE OTHER ONES. with trees
do you know what a dragon can do to a tree
[He knows they do, so what if he had a sword to her pregnant belly?]
you know what a warg can do to a dragon? (and suddenly I want that)
are their babies called wagons tho
Actions never lie? [Oh, such bullshit there. How many times had he held Dany, had he touched her gently, had he brushed her hair, had he kissed her, and yet there was little love in him? It came and went, the anger at her having killed their mother, the love of her for being blood of the dragon and his sister...not that he knew much on love, but he'd touched her sweetly while thinking nothing loving at all.] I've seen actions lie as much as anything else. There can be deceit in anything, if the person is determined enough. Words, actions, lack of action.
Omg, yes. Wagons.
probably how viserys said dragons as a toddler lbr
To manipulate you, or just manipulate at all?
[Does she know what a Lannister is]
The only time he was ever cute
you get to burn first
He'd be dead if he was her brother, so
shit he's really fucked over in this regard]
You must think yourself highly intelligent to fight against manipulation when properly done. Or do you manipulate yourself?
I mean he's cute all the time (I have a Harry Lloyd facetwin journal)
yes harry lloyd is adorable it is known. or should be.
Actually, no. That is not at all a compliment.]
You know how to survive. Not many can claim that. [LIKE HIM!!] There is more to the world than survival. Have you found that true?
[haha
life being anything more than just not dying in westeros
ha
haha]
Best face
only if you're some lord in the south with castles and servants and fancy things. Above the Wall is different. We never had nice things, our steel softer, our lands colder. But we worked for what we had. You keep what is yours because losing it may mean your life. If someone tries to take it, you take theirs.
It's harsh and bitter and cold, but it's living.