#dreamedfyre

[celtigaar]

cerys suddenly regretting letting @lvscinvs touch her with his family around

[inheritsnothing]

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜ / @dreamedfyre

they had been coexisting in this sitting room, quiet. the silence, however, feels so loud. otto rubs a hand over his mouth, glancing over to his queen, his granddaughter, every so often. how does one speak with her? he has not known the grief of losing a child, only that of a wife. of a brother -- though, he was never close with hobert. his hands clench and unclench, fidgeting in his stress.

to his surprise, she speaks first, and otto's chest tightens at the sound of her voice. when was the last time he had seen heleana smile? he sits there and cannot recall. how long had he not considered her mood, her essence? why does he only seem to care now? "... no, my dear." he says, voice soft, a hint of affection in his haunted tone. "perhaps there is much to say, but the words will not form." how awkward an encounter. how uncomfortable. "... how are you faring, my granddaughter? may i be your confidante once more?"

[korzionarchive]

@dreamedfyre liked for a starter

"You have beautiful children," Rhaenys remarked as she watched them playing in the garden as their mother looked on. "Beautiful and healthy. Your Grace must be proud, as must the King."

[absolventiia]

/ @dreamedfyre, helaena + aurane

liked this starter call.

AURANE steps into his sister's room slowly, as if any sudden sound may scare her. she was not fragile, but time and again it is harder for aurane to remind himself of that fact. she's working on something, he can see, so he simply watches in silence for a few moments, before daring to speak. " HELAENA. " he says smoothly, gaze traveling from her craft to his sister in full. aurane walks in further, running a finger along a small table, as if there may be dust on it ( though there wasn't, of course ). 

" mother requested your presence an hour ago. are you. . . WELL ? " alicent had mentioned helaena acting odd as of late, and yet, to aurane, she was as normal as ever. just helaena, and nothing more. he pauses, crossing his arms. " if you do not wish to go to her, we could perhaps take a walk outside ? " anything to get her out of the bedroom she'd seemed to lock herself away in for hours at a time. aurane looks around, notices how the handmaidens bow their heads nervously, how silent they'd gotten. he had heard, many times, that his presence could occasionally UNNERVE people, but aurane had always had a soft spot for his younger sister. 

[celtigaar]

@dreamedfyre said: ❛  i’ve had nothing but nightmares lately, pretty horrible.  ❜ / lost the meme.

———cerys had noted the dark circles around violet eyes. she frowned and reached for helaena's hand.

❛ i could stay with you tonight, if you should like the company. mayhaps i can frighten the nightmares away. or if you cannot sleep, i could stay awake with you. —would it help to tell me about these nightmares or would you rather not think on them ? ❜

[vesperzyr]

@dreamedfyre asked: “Ambition rules this family.”

Aegon took a deep gulp of his wine until his cup had been emptied, feeling its warmth spread through his veins, numbing the ever-present ache. He felt as if he were about to reach his breaking point. The firelight flickered across his face, casting shadows that mirrored the tumult within him.

"I never wanted this," he admitted, his voice quieter now, almost a whisper audible to just the two of them. "I never wanted to be a pawn, to be a king in name only, constantly proving myself to a family that... despises me," he spat. He looked at Helaena, his eyes heavy with the weight of his own inadequacies. "They’ve all got their plans, their schemes. Mother, Aemond, my council... They play their games, move their pieces, and I’m just another pawn."

Inside, Aegon felt the familiar ache of being unseen and unloved, a deep unquenchable yearning. "Do you consider me unworthy of the throne?"