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    Variable and constant— things that change from time to time, and things that don’t. A day between two brothers repeats itself.

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    “Not that I don’t like smoking, satisfies my oral fixation or whatever. I just hate the fucking taste it leaves on my tongue.”, Aerion mused.

    Valarr took another drag from his cigarette and leaned back. He observed Aerion with an unreadable expression. “What about the taste on someone else’s tongue?”

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    06 Mar 2026

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    For Aerion, the death of Valarr Targaryen could not have been any more timely.

    Storm above, sea below, ashes of a kin in his satchel, he stepped deeper into the crypt.

    Dead men tell no tales. Until one does.

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    21 Mar 2026

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    In the summer of 1982, under the scalding sun of a stifling season where cicadas wailed from the pines, Aerion Targaryen dropped to his knees in the scorched dirt of West Plains, Missouri, and screamed the air out of his lungs.

    Following his father’s death, Valarr moves to live with his uncle and cousins. It only gets worse from there.

    Art for the fic here and here !

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    05 Mar 2026

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    “Let it fall on ice and wolves,” Aerion dismissed. “Were I king, I’d not waste breath on dead lands in the North.”

    Valarr felt himself grow irritated. “And what would you see fit to spend breath on, if not that?” he asked, dry. “The hatching of dragons from stone?”

    Valarr survives the great spring sickness, inherits the crown, and, somewhere along the years, is summoned north by Lord Stark.

    His first mistake is taking Aerion with him.

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    26 Feb 2026