what’s wrong with my mind? i see someone, i see they like me, and i run. i may flirt a little first but ultimately i run. i always see long term, never what’s in front of me at the moment. i care too much what everyone else thinks, and this clouds my own judgements. i’ve only ever seen one who i ran towards. and look how that turned out. you’re always on my mind in some form or another, whether in a hateful, saddened, or blank mindset, and i’ll continue to do whatever i can to get you out of the back of my ever nagging mind. here’s looking at you i guess…
AU based on this image where the gods take the form of someone you know when speaking to you. (But besides that it is not really canon divergent, and starts when Jaime is about to head to save Brienne from the bear)
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Jaime awoke in a cold sweat from the nightmare. He hadn’t slept right since he had lost his hand, but the dreams had only been getting worse since he left Brienne behind. What might they do to her?
Dream-Cersei’s cruel words, and the light of his sword dying. And with it, him dying. A soft glow bathed his small tent when he opened his eyes. He bolted upright in his bedroll and reached for where his sword lay on the ground beside him.
“Who’s there?” He demanded as he fumbled with the heavy object, wishing not for the first time, that Brienne was there as a defense. Or perhaps, that he had his other hand back.
“No need to worry.” The voice was familiar, but the inflection, tone, and choice of words were all wrong for her. “This is literally the answer to your prayers.”
Jaime’s eyes were glued to where she stood before him. There she was, Brienne of Tarth, only here and now she was not naked as she had been in the previous dream, nor was she dressed in men’s armor as she had been on their journey together.
No, the not-Brienne that stood before him was dressed in a long white gown with a cloak of red draped around her shoulders. Gold and sapphires decorated it. But he was not distracted by her feminine outfit, more so by the way her hair was done, longer, it waves allowed to rain free past her collar bones.
For the second time in her presence he felt his groin muscles tighten. He focused on the matter at hand, this thing pretending to be lady Brienne, and doing a terrible job of it he might add.
“I will not be mocked, Devil.” He whispered, “what do you want.”
“It is not what I want. But rather what I can do for you.” The blonde woman smiled, a look he had seen so fleetingly on his lady, er, his captors face in the past that he found himself halted by it.
The creature held his eye contact for a long moment before shaking her head and letting out a laugh he’d only ever head in dreams.
“Go back for her, Jaime. I thought I was clear enough in my vision, but given the wild inconsistencies of your mind, I worried I had better give it to you straight forward.” She stared him dead in the eyes, all signs of jest fading from her eyes, a look so serious he swore it might be her, his Brienne staring back at him, “The path to honor is right in front of you. I can point you in the direction, but you must take the step.” She held his gaze for a bear kinder before finally leaning back against one of the tent poles, “I hope I have made myself clear.”
A bright flash of light, and once again Jaime awoke bleary eyed in a cold sweat. But this time there was no Brienne waiting for him in a warm bath of golden light. He wasted no time turning back to retrieve her.
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“I dreamed of you.” His words were frank and simple. Brienne looked at him in her tattered pink gown, her hair still short, her form looking manish once again. But in the lines of her face he saw that golden light, the tiniest hint that his visions guide was happy with his choice.
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Five years passed, with no visions or odd dreams. Despite all his longing, Jaime began to forget what his mistress of majesty had looked like. He hadn’t seen Brienne since the siege at Riverrun, and hadn’t seen his haunting spirit since the bear pit.
But it all changed one night. The road was cold, the winter was coming, but still Jaime rode north, to his brother, to fight for the living, and to Brienne. The dream was twisted, it was Cersei, only she was not with child, rather, she cradled nothing in her arms, an empty blanket she dropped to the floor and began to laugh as Jaime shook out its nonexistent contents. He wept as she laughed, and once more, the light on his sword dimmed and died. And he with it. He awoke in the same sweat he had all those years ago, and before he even saw her knew his lady had returned.
“Jaime.” Her voice was happy, a tone he could only hope would be shared by her human counterpart upon his arrival. But as happy as he was to see he, her presence caused a stir in his stomach.
“My lady.” He said, “many times I have believed you might come for me, when I returned to my sisters bed and bidding.” He pauses and gulped, eyes focused on Brienne’s icy blue ones, “But only now, when I act on honor, do you reappear.”
In her same, ethereal, very un-Brienne fashion she laughed. “My sweet Jaime.” She said, “You are doing what is honorable.” She smiled, “you have taken my advice, and hers, and honor has once more become your compass. I only come to give you a message. or perhaps, once more say do not take tour dreams lightly.” She nodded as a fearful look passed across his features.
“She’s not with…” but he didn’t even finish the phrase before Brienne shook her head.
“Do not be tempted Jaime, honor and happiness are yours if you are brave enough to take them.”
He wanted to ask her to stay, to beg her for more clarity, but before he could even open her mouth, she was gone in the same golden flash of light. It would be another year before he’d see her again.
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The cloak shook in his hands, he was doing his best to swing it over a pair of broad shoulders, even with his bad hand. Her gentle hands took hold of his and helped to wrap it ‘round her shoulders. He clipped the clasp, and the woman turned towards him.
Jaime thought he had fainted.
There, in all her glory, was his muse. His divine goddess, his ethereal queen.
Brienne’s hair had gotten longer, and now, wrapped in a wedding gown and his cloak, she was every breath the spirit that had guided him in times past. He choked on a sob as light radiated from his bride, her smile the source of its luminescent gold.
“Jaime,” she whispered in a tone completes her own, more entrancing than any divine creature could dream of being, “my love, what is it?”
He gripped her hands as the priest began to speak to the gathered crowd behind them, leaning in slightly so he could whisper to only her.
“I dreamed of you.”
The smile on her face could’ve melted the coldest winter.
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