#dreamedfyre

[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 ? ❜

[wcrriorhearts]

@dreamedfyre continued from here

She dislikes public gatherings. Perhaps not as much as her mother, but Jaehaera prefers the quiet isolation of her nursery to the loud buzz of people drinking and celebrating around her. Unlike her twin brother, who is quite social and likes to mingle, the girl is the exact opposite. Jaehaera does not speak in the presence of strangers, nor does she engage with them. Most people in her surrounding have never heard the girl utter a single word, including her own father, so she will surely not strike up conversations with half drunk courtiers, who pinch her cheeks and tell her for the umpteenth time that she is small for her age and somewhat strange. They do it with affection, but it doesn't soften the sting of their words.

Jaehaera knows that she is growth stunted and odd and doesn't need others to tell her. They believe her to be slow witted due to her silence, but behind the unmoved face lies a sharp mind that she is very able to use. But she has nothing to prove to those people, given that she is just the spare and of no importance to future politics until she is of marrying age. Her brother is heir and should, Gods forbid, anything happen to him, there's Maelor. Girls are just tools to further men's political agendas, something she has already learned at her young age by the way she watches her grandsire scheme and plot. Her own father is not very interested in politics at all, which is probably unfortunate, given he has usurped the throne.

A hand takes hold of her and Jaehaera immediately knows it's her mother's, before her lavender eyes have even fixed on her. She would recognize her among a million people, because she is the only person the girl feels close to. Whisked away into a corner, Haera points over to the dais where Jaehaerys is propped on their father's knee, who is drunk and laughing with his knight, most likely about something inappropriate to her for a child. She has no objection about leaving the feast, because the whole spectacle is wearing her down. Her grandmother has tended to her for the majority of the night, until Haera wandered off after a little mouse she spotted minutes ago. Unlike her mother, she is not particularly fond of insects, but rather small furry creatures, like mice, rats, moles and ferrets. She can tell now that her mother is anxious and wants to escape the loudness of the great hall and the prospect of even more unwanted conversations. "Leave Haerys", she suggests, because her brother seems content and their grandmother and grandsire are still present to watch and return him later. No one trusts their father around the children on his own.

[drcrysz]

@dreamedfyre, DREAMFYRE && helaena ( cont. )

The scent of smoke and dragon had ever been oddly soothing; a result of their bond, perhaps, of having another soul entwined with her own. Helaena takes solace in the companionship, the familiarity, the pleasant warmth as her palm presses upon Dreamfyre's blue scales and she leans against her dragon in a silent greeting of her own. There is little in the world that is familiar and comforting, now. Less still that is within her reach. The young queen wishes her arms could hold Dreamfyre, a tight embrace on her living flame, or that she could melt into her scales, become one, disappear. Her hand lingers a moment longer, a gentle caress offered to the enormous creature ( the best of friends ) even after Helaena confirms in a silent nod that she would wish to fly. Dreamfyre's very presence may be soothing, but nothing compares to having her beloved companion take her to the skies. How lucky Helaena is, to have been chosen by her. How unworthy. She remembers being a girl of ten and flying with Dreamfyre for the first time. After their bond had been sealed, she had been obsessed with Queen Rhaena, her dragon's first rider and the only one until her. Parts of her story come to her amidst melancholy, even the usual contentment of climbing on dragonback abated and muted. Rhaena's daughter, Aerea, had met a tragic end. Time and again the woman took to the skies with Dreamfyre, eager to find her child, yet she never did. Rhaena was only given her daughter's ashes to do with as she saw fit. Was it worse, not knowing until after the fact? Would Rhaena have preferred to be there for her child's final moments? Mayhaps; but every mother would think of it with the wish to try to save their child in mind, or to give them comfort in the end. She had been there, yet managed neither. All she did was watch her son's head be cut off and hold his lifeless body, drenched in his blood. It never left her. She can still smell the metallic scent, feel the stickiness in her hands, see the red stain upon her skin. Helaena remembers her little boy, lifeless and pale, and the stitches they had done to parade his body throughout the city. She remembers, and she wants to cry, but even that she cannot manage anymore. There is another little boy in the Red Keep, hers, but this one she cannot bear to think of.

❝ Dreamfyre, sōvēs,❞ The command to fly is given with the ease of one who has done this half her life. And if her despair bleeds over in her voice as she gives away control as soon as possible ( We go anywhere you wish. ), eager for freedom, relief, distance ( Anywhere but here. ), can she be blamed? ❝ Skoriot jaelilū jī. Mirriot yn kesīr.❞ Had Rhaena, too, poisoned herself with guilt? She wants to apologize. Say she is sorry for her absence, sorry they haven't flown together in so long, whereas before Helaena was only ever kept away by external forces. She wants to tell Dreamfyre she missed her, and longed to come sooner, yet the desire to vanish had been stronger, the very idea of leaving her rooms and pretending to be a person overwhelming. She wants to be glad to be here, to see it as the positive sign those around her take it to be. Yet there is a part of her that died with the first little boy she had given life to, and another that writhes in agony at how monstrous she had been to the second. There are many theories about the bond between dragon and rider. For once Helaena hopes it is not so deep that Dreamfyre should sense her feelings. Not that she would care to conceal them, for no part of her heart was ever secret to Dreamfyre. Rather, she would not wish for another to experience even an inkling of this pain — much less one so beloved.

DREAMFYRE wonders where they are now. those eggs that have been lost to time. three of them-- beautiful and shining and new, some sort of hope. there are many times where dreamfyre thinks of rhaena, too. oh, how often they spent RUNNING, from this or that. from king's landing, to dragonstone, to casterly rock, to harrenhal. on and on they ran. she's stayed in the dragonmont, in the dragon pits, in a stable cleared out especially for her, in dark and dreary harrenhal, where it always seemed to rain. those eggs had been there. and then they were gone. rhaena had been there, and now she, too, was gone.

now there was helaena. sweet, grieving helaena.

DREAMFYRE was not a stranger to grief. she recalls names, places, GHOSTS of people long gone -- some for the better, some for the worse. she has grieved TOO MANY times. so to feel helaena's sorrow, it digs under her scales, heightens her awareness, softens the gaze in her eyes as she hears helaena say anywhere. ANYWHERE ? across the sea ? pentos ? essos ? the shadowlands ? but no, helaena did not truly mean anywhere. dreamfyre had an idea though, so as helaena readies herself into her saddle, she takes to the skies. the day was bright, despite the low mood of rider and dragon. the pale blue goes at a decent clip, not too fast or slow. she was eager to LEAVE, but was not ESCAPING.

they soar across sky and towards the sea. the warmth was NICE, despite it all, and still, DREAMFYRE dips down, claw falling into sea foam and waves, leaving behind a silver trail as she drags her foot through water. perhaps she bothers a few fishing boats nearby, rocking their fragile wooden frames. she wanted to speak to helaena. wanted to comfort and croon and weep for things long gone. the boy. her eggs. children, each. lonely mothers tend to group together, didn't they ? she settles for a something soft, almost a whisper. ( I UNDERSTAND ), she wishes to convey. i understand more than most, perhaps. dragon's lives were not short ( usually ), and dreamfyre was positive more pain was on the horizon ; the boy's death was not going to be answered with silence. only more death. FIRE AND BLOOD, goes the old chant. they would make good on it.

eventually, the she - dragon LANDS on a beach. not too far from king's landing, but far enough. dreamfyre did not want helaena in any danger, of course. she remembers rhaena riding her like this. again and again and again they searched, in vain. perhaps it was a MERCY, for helaena to know. to understand where her son was, what occurred. perhaps it was a curse. perhaps it didn't matter EITHER WAY. he was dead. he would not be coming back. dreamfyre LOWERS as an offering to drop helaena against the sands, the ocean waves, if she so wished. if she did not move, DREAMFYRE would continue.

[dreamedfyre]

{ DREAMEDFYRE } , an independent &. selective rp blog for HELAENA TARGARYEN from the universe of a song of ice and fire and lightly influenced by house of the dragon. this highly headcanon reliant portrayal is lovingly crafted by mel ( she/her, 25+ ). originally est. 2022 as fyredreamt.

               𝐈. carrd.                              𝐈𝐈. prompts.                              𝐈𝐈𝐈. headcanons.

[celtigaar]

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

[astormofsilk]

Rhaenyra was trying to remain calm, but being back in the main castle was tension for her. To many bad memories and her former friend now step-mother was an irritant for her. She had brought her sons there to spend time with their grandfather while he was still will enough.

Coming across her sister wasn't planned, but it cooled the fires a little. Helaena was not to be blame for anything that was happening between their family. "Helaena, I'm glad to see you." Her voice was soft as she looked at the girl. At her words she nodded slightly, looking back to her father's rooms.

"Your mother disagrees. Apparently my visit cause him to much stress."

@astormofsilk ♡

They are sisters, but it has never been the same as it is with her brothers. There is a distance — one Helaena didn't always understand. The rift is older than she is; yet the princess learned to keep her distance when still a child.

Helaena would act with every courtesy, but it is stiff; uncertain. They stand in an awkward place, where fondness seems impossible but spite does not yet exist. When her sister approaches, all the younger princess can do is offer the attempt at conversation that would be expected of her.

❝ Rhaenyra, ❞ A soft greeting; one that feels so futile. They stand on opposite sides; there is no changing that, and there hasn't been for some time. ❝ Father was glad to see you. I had not seen him so content in a long time. ❞

[wcrriorhearts]

@dreamedfyre said: [ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears (for jaehaera)

Silent tears rolled down the girl's cheeks and she stifled a sniff as her mother wiped some of the wetness from her cheek. Jaehaera was not one for big emotions and rarely wept, because she didn't like to show her feelings that outwardly, but some occasions made it impossible to contain her sorrow and this was one of them. Maelor, being barely more than a babe and not entirely aware of the repercussions of his actions yet, had taken two of Haera's most beloved wooden animals and thrown them into the fire during a tantrum, because she had taken them from him several times in the past hour. He was not good at sharing and didn't understand the concept of belongings yet, so he just took whatever he wanted from his siblings. Needless to say, the twins did not support that, though Haera had not expected him to just throw the toys away like that. She wasn't entirely sure if he had truly aimed at the fire, or they had just landed there accidentally, but the effect stayed the same. Wiping her own eyes with one sleeve, Haera looked pitifully at her mother. "Sad", she said quietly, because she was indeed very sad and upset about the occurrence. The girl was quite attached to her toys and now two of her dear friends were missing.

[dreamedfyre]

just poppin’ by to say i’m a dreamedfyre stan 🩶❤️

hi anon you made my day with this and ily

[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?"

[korzionarchive]

Rhaenys managed a smile in return. "Blessed indeed." Although she tried not to show it, the sight of Helaena and her children brought on pangs of emotion. She could still remember when Laena and Laenor were that young, although decades had passed and both were now in their graves after having suffered so much. Oh, if only she could go back in time, keep them children forever...

❝ We are proud indeed, ❞ Helaena offers her a smile, ere affectionate gaze returns to the children. ❝ Of course, fathers always have their favorites — but they are each special in their own way, and I am most grateful to have been blessed with all three. ❞

[wcrriorhearts]

❝ This is hard, I know. ❞ (for jaehaera)

Jaehara sat on the rug in front of the sitting room's fireplace, where she had spent almost every evening her entire life, playing with Jaehaerys while her mother worked on one of her many embroideries. This evening was the first time since her brother's murder that they had fallen back into the familiar routine, but Haera had not touched a single one of her toys. She usually liked to line them all up in neat rows, which was her idea of playing, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. Instead, she clutched her brother's wooden elephant and stared blankly ahead, mind entirely elsewhere.

Her mother's voice pulled her from her stupor and Haera looked up to meet her gaze. This was indeed hard and even though her twin's absence was palpable in every minute of every day, it was in those quiet, unassuming moments that she missed him the most, because he was missing from every day life. There was a Jaehaerys shaped gaping hole in her heart and no one would ever be able to fill it. Her gaze dropped down to her brother's elephant and Haera sucked in a breath. Mother was already so broken, she dared not to speak of her own sorrow to her. Not that Jaehaera generally spoke about anything, really. Haerys had been the communicative one of the two, whereas his twin sister was almost always silent.

Jaehaera nodded briefly and put the toy down next to herself, getting up to sit on the sofa with her mother instead. "Sad", she whispered, staring down at her hands. Haera was indeed sad, sadder than words could ever describe.

@dreamedfyre

[adreamofsilk]

Taria was half asleep, the day in court was boring and she really didn't know why she and the Queen needed be there. So far there was nothing but people and more people. The day was dragging as she stood behind Helaena, keeping her eyes half opened to appear awake but letting her mind wander.

"I am not feeling well."

Those words woke her right up and she quickly bent to Helaena, letting her hair fan down to hide her mouth from prying eyes. "I shall make your excuses if we are asked. Would you like to take a walk around the garden?" Her voice was low as she helped the queen from her seat and turned her towards the door. When someone glanced at them she gave them a harsh look until their eyes dropped again.

@adreamofsilk ♡

It's too loud. There are too many people, all of them talking at once, all of them loud enough they might as well be inside her head. The hall grows ever more suffocating, and in turn so does her clothing feel constricting, too hot, prickling her skin. She needs to get out.

Indisposed was an acceptable reason to excuse herself from the company of others, Helaena had long since learned. The young queen knows she is meant to stay longer, but she cannot — and so she turns to her companion, speaking only loud enough as to be heard. ❝ I'm not feeling well. ❞