Loras Tyrell

An indie roleplay blog for Game of Thrones. 

[ohhowlordly]

the-true-queen-in-the-north: 

It was like a dream come true. Sansa was going to be marrying Ser Loras Tyrell, the knight of the flowers. She was going to be the wife of the most gallant and handsome knight in all of Westeros. It almost seemed too good to be true. It was all thanks to Margaery. Margaery had arranged their marriage and now today was the day. After that day she was going to be Loras’ wife and she would live in Highgarden with him and give him sons and daughters with beautiful chestnut curls. She would be free from Joffrey and the queen and free from King’s Landing. It was all like a dream.

Sansa sat in front of the looking glass in her bedchambers, her maids braiding and curling her auburn locks. They had dressed her in white lambs-wool trimmed with lace. Her sleeves and bodice were sewn with freshwater pearls, and on her feet were white doeskin slippers. As soon as her maids were done with her hair they would drape a cloak of white and grey over her, a direwolf embroidered on the white fabric. Before that day was done she would be clocked in green and gold, the colors of house Tyrell.

Loras' grandmother stood watch as he was fitted with his wedding apparel. The male was stoic in expression but stood tall and proud, like he had been taught to do. Slouching got him into trouble, he was supposed to be presentable and proper in the public eye, a leader for his House. Now was more important than ever for him to be proper and act accordingly. 

His curls were as bouncy and lively as they ever were, one falling into his face as it always did. The clothes he wore were nicer than he was used to wearing, and certainly more expensive. A glance in the looking-glass in front of him showed himself in a bliaud of deep green with golden threads entwined in it to make patterns of flowers. His trousers were a similar green, plain as they were mostly hidden behind a well kept pair of boots. Overtop his bliaud lay a belt of a deep brown that went well with the greens and golds on his clothes. 

Loras looked entirely like a Tyrell, handsome and fancy. Olenna seemed pleased and added the last of his ensemble, the cloak of their House colors. He would wrap this around Sansa when they finally wed. With that, Olenna led Loras to the street, and their carriage started toward the church they would marry in.

                                         the-true-queen-in-the-north 

[ohhowlordly]

The movement against his manhood brought a startled moan from Loras as he hadn't been expecting the touch to feel so good. The knight did his best to hide the sound behind a please sigh and shifted his hips up to rub against Renly's dick again. "I want to make a mess all over your chest. Your hand on me, stroking me toward the edge while I do the same for you. And maybe if you're good at it, my King, I'll let you finish with me.." Loras told him in that same sultry tone he's been using. It seemed effective and the last thing he wanted right now was to be left here hard and horny, or worse, begging. He chewed his lip in anticipation for more from the pretend King he was straddling.

[ohhowlordly]

Wren, 

Admitting this is a troubling task alone, but I too miss you and hope to see you soon. I know your ride here will put you a long time out, but do your best to rush the traveling. I’ve forgotten what your face looks like.

 I am very certain that you have not shaved yourself while we have been apart. Even a task such as that must be more pleasant than the cold and wet of your home.  I will keep my blade sharp for when you arrive, after a long bath of course. 

My response was delayed though I hope it reaches you still.

L

[aegcn]

robert is rlly hawt

….I am unfriending you on facebook, Robb :/ 

[rhaegarsucks]

Renly: 0 Me: 1

[aegcn]

uhm @roses-bloom-again @ohhowlordly and @rainbowguard please tell Robert who is hotter, me or him c: 

[ohhowlordly]

Don't act like this is even a debate. Renly is obviously the better looking brother.

[wandamaxmoff]

Turn around, put it down and see That this is really the place to be. I’m not you, nor you me But we’re both moving steady.

[wandamaxmoff]

{inspired by x} 

[ohhowlordly]

Loras x 3

[ohhowlordly]

rainbowguard:

A hand curled tight around his BLADE, his free hand pushed himself up. GOLD eyes never once parted the two identical men. “LIAR!” He snarled at the second man to speak, “I am Ser Loras of House Tyrell, you wear my name like a stolen PIN.” Quickly he shifted to point his sword at the first man to speak, “And you? What of you? I’d sooner  d i e  than another steal my NAME, my identity. The KING would  n e v e r  believe you.” Loras growled, knowing Renly would know him by TOUCH alone. Still, he feared that these men were almost too PERFECT a copy.

Anger came across his face as Loras listened to the other two men. Both looked like an exact copy of himself but surely that was impossible. "I am Ser Loras of House Tyrell, and I came here to see my King." He spat with a ferocity in his tone, ignoring the threats from the second man. This must have been a dream or some kind of black magic, but much worse would be spies sent here to trick his Renly, perhaps even kill him. "If you're both who you claim to be, which I don’t believe for a second, when is our name day?" He hesitated when he said 'our', using the term in disbelief.

@roses-bloom-again, @rainbowguard

[ohhowlordly]

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[thelordrenly]

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[ohhowlordly]

Loras looked at him with an expression similar to a hungry lion. Renly looked good like this, desperation clear over those sexy features. It made his armor feel heavy and constricting around all of him, and his trousers were the worst. Desire for more flooded through his entire body but his clothed erection got the brunt of it. “Hmm, the same treatment I’ve given you.” Loras told him with that same hungry look. He stepped back to remove the armor in his way, and only what was in the way to quicken the process. 

Then, Loras pulled down his costume pants and brought his legs up to straddle Renly in a bold move that pressed their now equally naked erections together. He made a soft sound in his throat at the touch. He was fairly pleased to see how easily Renly gave in to this. “If that’s not too much to ask.” The knight teased. 

[thelordrenly]

My little rose, 

Although the daily happenings at Highgarden are of interest to me, you know that any injury of yours is an immediate worry. Please give me the details? Do I need to make travel arrangements immediately? 

I can practically hear you laugh and see you smiling as you read this, but I mean it. If you are unwell, I should be there to help in any way I can.

Please rest and know that for now, I send my love,

R

[ohhowlordly]

My worried wren, 

The injuries I obtained were only minor, do not worry. A cut on my right arm that bled potently and will surely scar, and an injured leg that should heal in a fortnight. The sickness has left me for good. 

As for you traveling to Highgarden, some time to pray together would be welcomed. It has been too long. Though do not think think that means you can baby me when you arrive you, if you can sneak away from your wet city to come see me that is.

Love,

L

[ohhowlordly]

“Marg, don’t speak like that.” Loras told her firmly. It made the situation much worse than it needed to be, though he could not entirely argue against her point. Marriage wasn’t about love, it was about strengthening alliances and bettering the House’s. That didn't mean she had to loathe her husband, and Loras hoped for a way to make this good for her as well.

[ohhowlordly]

It was his duty to marry for the benefit his family, so he did not argue with her. “Sansa.” he echoed, all his thoughts going to his secret lover. How would he tell him, and how would Renly take the news? “Where is my sister this evening? I have not seen her today.”

[ohhowlordly]

Loras wouldn't consider himself a straight man per say, but he was fairly decent at keeping up the appearances of being so. Flirting was something that came naturally to him, as well as his hot temper. “We don’t have to refer to me as anything, if you were prefer. Escort is just less conspicuous way of putting it.” He explained as he joined her on the couch politely. 

“I have several siblings, yea. How about yourself? You mentioned a brother?” Loras wasn’t too open about his own family, not until he knew more about the person he was telling it to. He’d done a lot of research on the Stark family before he agreed to do business with them. It wasn’t hard to find info on them, the world seemed to always have their eyes on the Stark’s. 

[ohhowlordly]

Loras x 3

Exhaustion seeped into every limb of his as Loras finally relaxed his arm and allowed his body to calm. Just moments before he’d had his sword raised, pinning for two unlikely foes. The sweat on his forehead proved that the battle they’d had had been an evenly matched one. It was as if the other men knew his every move. “I will only ask once more. Who- What are you?” The men in question bore a striking resemblance to Loras himself, but he had no twins.

@roses-bloom-again, @rainbowguard

[sohereweare1]

Kit Harington and Finn Jones. 

[sometypeofblog]

I’ll swallow my blood before I swallow my pride.

Al Capone (via sometypeofblog)

[ohhowlordly]

Loras had this look of determination on his face. His bottom lip was between his teeth and his brows were slightly furrowed. He hadn't been expecting Renly to be so close so soon, but it made him feel empowered that he could get an orgasm out of Renly so quickly. 

Soon his arm was starting to get tired as he stroked Renly. He had been intending to bring the other man over the edge, but the pressure in his own pants and his devious nature made his hand stop completely. He stood between Renly’s legs then and looked down at him, just beaming with mischief. “What makes you think this would be over so easy, huh?”

[ohhowlordly]

My dearest Wren, 

I have bettered since the was last letter has sent. I am not entirely well, but each day I grow stronger. I pray your weather clears so we can have something more interesting to write about. Just thinking of the rain there makes me feel cold again.

However, if the rain does persist, you may be able to visit and I will have someone to talk to besides my grandmother. She speaks too fondly of Oberyn to me and I can hear no more of it. My sister is no better for conversation and I miss my training and practicing greatly.

Hope to see you soon, 

L

[thelordrenly]

My rose,

Unfortunately, the storms persist. But what is this nonsense about Oberyn Martell? I would not have thought Olenna to speak favorably of him, or any Martell for that matter.

What does Margaery speak of these days? Does she still smile too fondly at her one handmaiden? You know my thoughts on that subject. 

I hope you are able to train again soon,

R

[ohhowlordly]

Wren,

My grandmother seems to have a fascination with the man. She makes it appear mostly sexual, and I would rather put those thoughts out of my mind. The conversation was uncomfortable to say the least. We did speak about you for a bit though.

Margaery mentions you as well. I think she knows that I miss you. I don’t tell her, but she knows, she's perceptive like that. Mostly we talk about little things. She seems too busy for a full conversation but wishes to remain kind. 

I’m not sure about the handmaiden. I do not see her too often, but she blushes whenever I mention my sister around her. 

I injured myself during training today. Don’t worry, I am fine, though it is apparent I am not ready to continue.

With love,

L

[aegcn]

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[text] I wanna bite into ur ass like an apple

[ohhowlordly]

[to Ren]: 

[to Ren]: here it is you kinky freak ;)