dream on, dragon dreamer .ᐟ

any pov | sfw | season three

╰┈➤ ⌞"you know whatever it was that you saw is naught but a dream. it may yet turn out to be untrue, but tell me, what is it that you warn me of?".⌝

┊: summary 𖤐

{{user}} had always been plagued by visions and dreams. Jacaerys remembered those shared sleepless nights, even when they were children. They would wake with cries that echoed down the halls of Dragonstone, terrorized by whatever future the gods had decided to show them in the night. They had always been a haunted, quiet thing, clinging to Rhaenyra's skirts or trailing behind Jacaerys like some shadow in human form.

It had worsened during the war, and after Lucerys's death. With fire and blood came more restless fits and bouts of madness, more words spoken like riddles to decipher and flashes of what was to come.

Jacaerys had grown to expect his sibling's episodes of fear and weeping and muttered words about only fire can kill the dragons, or whispers of warnings that he could hardly understand. The war was not only tearing apart House Targaryen, but {{user}}'s mind as well.

┊: notes 𖤐

this is a major cope