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snare by ElisAttack
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
12 Aug 2026
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Summary
Eighteen years ago, Snare was a shining star, the biggest up-and-coming rock band to emerge out of Sunspear. That was eighteen years ago. Back then, Baelor was the other half of his soul, and Aerys and Rhaegel were his arms and his legs. But that had not been true for years. Maekar could have counted on his ten fingers how many times he’d seen Baelor since their band broke up.
Or the one where Maekar travels to Tyrosh for his nephew’s wedding. While there, he learns that some doors never shut fully, despite how hard he kicked them closed.
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Bookmark Notes:
Poor timeline editing
Angst
Bae trys to get Mae back together
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“You know,” Valarr said, shuffling his feet as he looked up at Maekar. “I told the truth when I said my earliest memory of you was at Dragonland. I did leave some things out, though. I do know what you were to me when I was a kid, there’s enough picture evidence to give me an idea.”
Maekar still said nothing, he just dropped his hands to his side and waited.
“I don’t remember you, but I remember your absence.” Valarr nodded, biting his bottom lip. “I can recall the you-shaped hole you left behind quite vividly. I remember seeing my father cry when he thought I wasn’t watching. He’d flip though photo albums and sob over pictures of you. I can’t imagine ever doing what you did to him to Matarys. I think I’d rather die. I don’t know what he did to you that caused you stopped talking to him for eighteen years, but whatever it was, he must have had his reasons.”
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Aerys never smiled when he played the guitar. In fact, when Aerys played the guitar, he looked downright bored. In the few images captured of him on stage, when the lights illuminated him enough for someone to snap a picture—despite them asking people not to bring cameras to their shows—his expression could have only been described as unamused.
Aerys once said he never smiled on stage because they made music for psychos. Their time signatures were so fucked they couldn’t use a click track. So, Aerys spent his every waking moment on stage counting.
Rhaegel, on the other hand, smiled enough for all of them. In fact, he grinned like a maniac.
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Baelor bent over and examined his ride cymbal, knocking his knuckle against it. The sound reverberated warmly around them. “I always thought they were haunted.”
“No, you didn’t.” Maekar sneered.
“Haunted by a man lost to the desert.” Baelor said, rounding his kit, he picked up the sticks Maekar had left on his stool and slid them into the stick bag hanging from one of his boom stands.
“It’s why your tones have such a pitched ring to them,” Baelor said, and Maekar deliberately did not look at him. “The drums remember the desert. They call for their former owner.”
Maekar scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Don’t you know what your fans say about you?” Baelor asked. “They say you made a deal with R’hllor himself, and no one knows what you got, but R’hllor got drum lessons.”
“What the fuck would R’hllor do with drum lessons?”
“It’s an anecdote, Maekar,” Baelor said, “a funny story that someone made up to feel closer to you.”