#doomedreams

@doomedreams : ❛ please don't leave me. ❜

* 『 𝕯 』 “ it's duty that commands me. ” he tells her as a boy of only two and ten years. because he'd heard the phrase before, not because those words truly make sense in the case of his departure. how could they ? what higher purpose could viserys' youngest son fulfil in oldtown, a place so far away ?

     “ and all of us. ” daeron stands with straightened back, holding his riding gloves in one hand as the grown men do. he is like a knight before departure, off to some glorious war, he tells himself, just smaller. but he avoids his sister's eyes, and digs his fingers tightly into the leather of the gloves. of all of them, helaena often seems the loneliest, though perhaps content in her own world. he can understand it. whatever world there is behind her eyes may be a kinder one.

@doomedreams sent: ⤷ ❛ i was thinking, in truth, of taking a walk in the gardens. ❜

𝑨 𝑹𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑺 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑷𝑨𝑳𝑬 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬𝑺. He could scantly remember the last time he had visited King's Landing; his sister and her children. The last time he saw Helaena, she was a child, and now, she was a Queen in her own right. A swelling of pride brewed just under his chest. He had no children, and he'd wager he'd probably would never have children considering his life as a Knight. 

❝ If it pleases you, my dear niece, I would like to accompany you. A little bird told me you've grown quite fond of insects and plants.❞ He offered his arm to her, and he strolled leisurely beside her. 

❝ I've seen my fair share of exotic bugs while traveling. In the Riverlands there are dragon flies as big as my palm. ❞ 

@doomedreams :: ❛ i doubt i have any choice in the matter. ❜

"You could become a septa, " Vaenna said as she leaned in to examine the insect in Helaena's hand more closely, in such a way that it was hard to determine whether she was serious or not.

"We could shave your head. Take you to a Mother House, beg them to let you take your vows." She pulls back and looks down to her page, carefully adjusting the colors of the insect on the page so they would match the real life thing.

nonverbal actions ft. @doomedreams

"i understand why you may not trust me," the queen speaks softly as she addresses her sister. her lavender hues note the way that helaena's fingers curled into a fist before they flicker upwards to meet her fiery gaze. there is still a sense of sadness lingering within them, she thinks, that rhaenyra can empathize with. there was the off chance it was her own self projection but... they have both suffered greatly. she did not think she assumed wrongly. perhaps in another lifetime, they could have found solace in that shared loss.

the situation they found themselves in now was more complicated than that a situation in which an apology would not suffice nor ease the pain that would continue to fester until their dying breaths.

& WASN'T THAT THE UGLY TRUTH. despite the smiles, the willingness to engage in conversation, there was a loneliness beneath it all. susan wasn't considered as bright as lucy, as charming as peter, her two most extroverted siblings. the queen was rather alright with it. though she thought she was better at hiding it. SHE USUALLY WAS. perhaps all it takes was one solitary soul to sense another.

✧˖°˖✧  𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 | accepting

Cersei was pouting, sitting and kicking heels like a child. They were bored to the teeth with their duties here in the Red Keep. Somewhere out there was a war, action was calling and here they were trapped here. Where time moved slowly and what excitement could be found batting their eyes at the prince and King when they appeared at all.

What Helaena described was a feeling Daemon had all too often. He was unsure whether it was just coincidence that she had spoken of something he related to deeply, or whether it was a subtle reminder and warning that Helaena knew about everyone's deepest thoughts, fears and dreams. Nobody was aware just how potentially dangerous she could be.

Valyrian scrolls of old that Daemon had poured over during his time in Pentos had thaught him that living with a dreamer can be taxing, both for the dreamer and those around them. His first impulse had been to be envious. Why did Helaena see more than him? Why was she not confined to the rules of their being, forced to live in the here and now with no way to glimpse ahead for a potential advantage?

Seeing how draining such a life was to his niece curbed his envy. Helaena was disconnected to those around her against her will, Daemon had realised. She had probably no control over when those dreams occured and they might be telling her about events that she had not wanted to know anything about. And while she described his own situation aptly, it was also her own. So he decided that her words were not meant to be a threat. It was probably an attempt of connecting with him.

Daemon raised his goblet of wine to his lips while lilac eyes studied her with great interest. "This is the worst kind of loneliness," he agreed. The wine flowed down his throat comfortingly. It reminded him of the passage in the scrolls that said some dragon dreamers took to alcohol to drown out their senses and drink themselves into a dreamless sleep to get any reprieve from their constant torment.

❛ that was completely unnecessary. ❜ to baela!!