— growing strong

[hiladydeath]

[roseloras]

— robert ‘sweetrobin’ arryn

If Robin had been any more himself than he was at the moment, he would’ve been gushing over Loras’ shirt, touching it, wondering about where he got it, who tailored it, and the likes, but he couldn’t even bring himself to reach across the table to feel the fabric. Part of Robin wanted to beat himself up for not even attempting to put himself together somewhat for a meal with Loras - this man was one of his inspirations, but he couldn’t even bring himself to look put together for him. Maybe when things were better, Robin would find a way to make up for it, but, until then, he could barely think about how down he must appear.

Forcing himself to take a small bite of the food in front of him, Robin shrugged a little bit - traveling wouldn’t have been too awful on him; getting out of the Vale meant getting away from a majority of the people who once again looked at him as if he were something to pity. “I’m sure you’re not that bad at cooking.” That was the best he could do at the given time. Robin was no chef himself; while he knew how to bake simple recipes, cooking was a whole different ballpark to him, and one that he didn’t really understand past boiled noodles. The question led to a furrowed brow. “I’m twenty-two…” It was his way of saying that he was mostly left on his own. “My mother’s got a lot on her plate right now.” That was true. And he was an adult, he should have the capability of taking care of himself, even when things were rough. “I appreciate you offering that, Loras… but… I just don’t know what you can do. I’m going to have a lot on my plate until all of this is figured out…”

“I’ll prove it to you sometime - when you’re feeling better and a trip to Oldtown is on the cards.” Loras smiled, a small, empathetic little thing. He’d be sure to have takeout arriving just as soon as the point was proven. “Hopefully this will all blow over soon, for your sake, and your dad’s...” A sigh, heavy and slow, leaked out of him. “Everyone knows your father - he’s revered and respected. I know he didn’t do it, and the rest of them will know that soon too as soon as all the hysteria’s over.” 

Perhaps it was the tried and true Tyrell codependence that had Loras shocked at the assumption that because Robin was an adult his family seemed to be leaving him to weather this alone. It was no small thing to have one’s father accused of murder to the watching eyes of the entire nation, appalled that their Prime Minister’s life had been taken. “Twenty two, thirty two, forty two - everyone needs to be looked after.” He smiled, and shrugged as though it were a casual comment and not something he believed in deeply. “You don’t need to know right now, but when you need something, small or big, just let me know. I’ll get it done.” He sipped at his coffee, and watched Robin over the rim of his cup. “There was something I wanted to ask of you, actually. I have this party every year, to raise money for screen production and acting scholarships - it’s held at Highgarden, and I'd love it if you could come.” It would be a good distraction, Loras thought, and a chance for the Arryns to show their usual philanthropic face. “I’d invite you to speak, but maybe we’ll save that for next year, all current events considered. I wouldn’t want to push you.” 

[roseloras]

— renly baratheon‌

Renly blinked, surprised. Honestly after slipping Loras his number at the party he’d half-expected never to see the man casually again, destined to whine pitifully into Beau’s lap about Loras’s pretty hair and his charming smile for the rest of time. Seeing him in a pet store of all places definitely hadn’t factored in. Though hadn’t Willas mentioned a pack of dogs? Maybe Willas lived nearby, and Loras was visiting. Renly could certainly work with that.

“Tell me what a midfielder does.” Renly said as a smile crept into the corners of his mouth. He really shouldn’t tease Loras. It wasn’t as if Renly knew how to act. But maybe it’d get Loras to laugh. Renly liked that sound.

“I may have accidentally acquired a cat the other night.” He explained before glancing guiltily at his mostly empty cart. “The fluffy bastard won’t leave my house, and I’m running out of canned tuna at a remarkable place. Figured if it’s going to stick around I should,” he gestured broadly around himself at the store, “Make it at home. Only, I’ve never really had a cat before. What does a cat need? How will I know if I’ve gotten the right things? Please tell me you’ve had a cat before and can save me.”

“A midfielder stands in the middle of the field and looks hot, no?” He answered with total confidence, though there was a teasing little smirk on his lips as he did, presuming that was the position Renly himself played. He’d have to ask Garlan, though his staunch support of the Highgarden team might prevent him from sharing anything of real value. Google it would have to be. 

A perfectly sculpted golden brow arched up in surprise. “He’s picked you. You have no choice now.” Loras laughed. “Luckily for you my sister and I had a cat growing up, so I can at least come to your rescue.” Willas might have been a dog person, but Loras had whinged to his mother so much as a child that finally one year she had relented at Christmas. Margaery and Loras had wasted hours playing in the rose gardens with the kitten, and he smiled at the memory. 

“Food, litter if he doesn’t know how to take himself outside, maybe a trip to the vet to check he hasn’t got anything nasty, oh, a cute collar with his name on it in case he does a runner on you. Treats for bribery. That’s about where it ends honestly - they’re fairly independent.” He shrugged, looking around to check if the store was still relatively empty, and then pushed his sunglasses up onto his head, catching some curls in them. “You got a photo of your new addition? I have to see him.”

[roseloras]

— loras’ oldtown apartment

[roseloras]

— renly baratheon‌

January 11th Storm’s Landing

Renly had left King’s Landing the minute he’d gotten Gendry situated back into his own place. Not even Loras’s gorgeous face would keep him in that city. A death and two arrests? Not what he called a party. He’d always expected Robert to end up in cuffs one day, but to do so in defense of one of his children… that had caught him by surprise. Would Robert have done the same for him, for Stannis? Ren couldn’t imagine.

The first thing he’d done once he got home (after apologizing to Coach for missing a practice) had involved copious amounts of whiskey. The second thing had apparently involved letting a cat into his apartment. Now the cat wouldn’t leave. Renly honestly had tried. He’d even taken the gorgeous, fluffy thing outside and gone to practice. When he’d come home the cat was in front of his door.

So now he stood in a pet store, hoodie up and sunglasses on, trying to figure out what the fuck someone needed for a cat. There was a litter box and dishes in his cart, but not much else.

“Not the best time for an autograph, mate.” He muttered as someone tapped his shoulder.

“Even for your hugest fan?” Loras asked facetiously, as if they both weren’t aware that Loras knew less than nothing about sports, nor had he ever sat through a whole game of anything in his life. Though the prospect was appealing more and more these days. He smiled, green eyes glinting with mischief. How funny that he was seeing Renly again so soon, perhaps it was fate - it wasn’t as if he was often in a pet store in Storm’s End, after all. 

 But, as it happened, he was planning to head up to Highgarden later in the evening to see Willas, and wanted to stop and get gifts for his brothers ever-growing collection of dogs that Loras loved as his own seeing as the lifestyle he lead didn’t let him be home enough to have one himself. The gifts, five plushie flowers in all different colours and complete with squeakers to drive Willas insane, dangled from his hands. 

Dressed unassumingly as he was for a risky outing in public (perfectly tailored black pants that just grazed his ankle, a dark green sweater and huge designer sunglasses that he recalled one day used to be Margaery’s before he’d perpetually borrowed them) he was still glad he’d made the effort when he found himself opposite the handsome Baratheon brother. He peered at the assortment of things he had. “So what’s the story here... Planning on adopting a kitten?”

[roseloras]

—  robert ‘sweetrobin’ arryn

Things weren’t looking too good. Theon had been right, that fateful night weeks ago; when the gossip rags decided that they had bad things to say about you, it felt awful, because you cared too much. Robin had to drive himself away from the publications that were supposed to speak of his praise in that wonderful blue suit he’d worn, because his name was now associated with possible murder. He didn’t think that his father was the killer - he couldn’t believe that his father had the ability to pull things like that off, let alone understand what the note said - but some people certainly did believe it, which made things all the more difficult. 

Robin didn’t know how Loras did it - he looked so beautiful, even in a time like this. It felt like it had been ages since Robin last looked in a mirror. Admittedly, he couldn’t even recall the last time he showered. It could’ve been yesterday, maybe the day before, maybe the week before. He couldn’t begin to say. Sitting across from him felt odd, though. Like he was the moon trying to outshine the sun. A beggar across from a prince. “Thanks for the breakfast.” Doing his best not to mumble, Robin felt himself shifting in his seat, trying to build up an appetite to eat the food in front of him. “It looks really good…”

Loras was perfectly trained in never letting the veneer of perfection crack even for a moment. He had a reputation to uphold, and a niche to inhabit - breaks from that did not come even in the comfort of his favourite cafe in the Vale, tucked at a table in the back room where he couldn’t be disturbed. Or rather, where his rather traumatised company couldn’t be disturbed. He was worried about Robin, and every time he saw Jon Arryn’s name or face smeared across the news, a pang of concern had run through him so strong that he couldn’t think of anything to do but get on the next train to the Eyrie to check on him. 

 “Of course.” Loras answered, picking gingerly at his food, more interested in gauging how best to help Robin. He looked so drastically different from the first time they’d met, Robin looking resplendent in baby blue - he looked small and vulnerable across the table, and very much like someone Loras wished to wrap up in a big blanket and keep safe forever. “I wish I could have invited you over to mine, but I didn’t want you to have to travel to Oldtown, and honestly, I’m such a terrible cook that you’d be even worse off.” He leaned forward, crossing his arms on the edge of the table so that the silky shirt he wore pooled on its surface. “And I’d hate that at a time like this.” He swept his fringe of famed golden curls out of his eyes and fixed his emerald gaze on Robin. “Who’s been taking care of you, Robin?” Loras asked softly, wondering why the Arryns had let their boy sink to a state of such apparent desperation. “And how can I help you? I promise I’m here for whatever you need...”

[roseloras]

[text] We’re not watching Frozen again. (from talla)

loml: agreed - if I cry again in front u about queen elsa i will never be able to redeem myself

loml: unfortunately (or fortunately idk your life) for u i am on a strict diet of 90s rom coms at the moment and if i watch anything else i’ll die so that narrows down our choices a bit 

[roseloras]

— shireen baratheon‌

Shireen had been scared when the news first broke out but after a couple of minutes or hours, she wasn’t entirely sure, Shireen had gotten a sense of shock. Nothing seemed to penetrate her senses and as she was aimlessly walking through a room, she heard something that she hadn’t heard in a couple of hours. A laugh and she looked up with a more attentive gaze at who could be laughing during this time. “ You’re Loras Tyrell.” was the first thing that Shireen said and she could feel heat rushing to her cheeks at her outburst. She hadn’t mean to say that but she couldn’t take it back now. “ I’ll take some tea. Thanks.” She replied awkwardly, trying to change the subject and she took a seat next to the counter.

As she watched him make the tea, it just reminded her of how surreal this evening became. There was no way that Shireen could have predicted that this was how her night was going to end up, having tea with Loras Tyrell while being investigated by detectives on the Prime Minister’s death. “ My name’s Shireen Baratheon, if that helps any,” She responded to his comment. 

It was not a reaction that surprised him. His presence had become a luxury since his name had skyrocketed to fame in the last few years, but he merely laughed and continued pottering around in the little kitchen. “The one and only.” He threw a dimpled smile over his shoulder in greeting as he retrieved another teacup from the drawer where he’d found his own. “Milk? Sugar?” He asked idly, as the tea steeped.

Loras chewed on the inside of his cheek as he poured the tea into the cups and mused on her name. His eyes widened and he looked over at her with the barest hint of recognition flickering in his gaze - the lack of greyscale was alarmingly out of place, but other than that, he realised they had indeed met before. “No way, you came to Highgarden once right? With your dad... he’s the head of that real estate conglomerate or something, no?” 

[roseloras]

— theon greyjoy

Theon always wondered how it might affect him to one day see Loras openly dating someone–for him to find that person that somehow possessed the qualities he lacked. He’d never been certain of the reasons behind Loras’ firm stance on their secrecy, but given his involvement with Balon’s business, he supposed it was for the best. Still, it echoed in his head constantly: not good enough….not good enough….

The same feeling of inadequacy was found with his father, and there’d been many nights Theon gazed into the mirror wondering what it was that was wrong with him that kept people just out of reach.

“I’m glad I’m still capable of surprises.” Theon smirked, leaning in to press a kiss to Loras’ jaw and then the base of his neck, gently forcing his head to the side to make room for him. His hands carefully pushed back the shoulders of that green velvet jacket, taking care with the tailored clothing (because he knew how Loras could be). There’d been occasions where he’d worn something special, specifically for Theon’s hungry hands to rip and tug, but here and now he would have to make sure Loras walked out just as pristine as he’d been when he came in here.

“You know, as gruff as people make my family out to be, we can be classy when it counts.” Classy…which was hardly a description for the way his hands were now roaming Loras’ thighs. “It’s been a while since it’s been just us though.”

Loras appreciated Theon’s gentleness - a trait he knew was not second nature for an ironborn kraken like that. But it showed he had listened, that he understood Loras’ need to walk out of this room looking as if he had never been here, and that his clothes cost more than several months of a normal person’s rent. 

“Too long.” Loras hummed, a little breathless. His hand snaked around the back of Theon’s neck and pulled him down to kiss him. “I missed you. I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long.” Shooting schedules made it hard to be in King’s Landing on a whim, but so often he wished he could be nowhere else by Theon’s apartment in the capital. It felt like home more often than he’d like to admit, despite the fact he had so little claim to Theon at all. 

“Between you and I, though, darling...” He all-but-purred in Theon’s ear. “I think you’ll find this one worth the time apart.” In hindsight, he felt like he’d spent most of the filming period very scantily clad. “You know how Dornish directors can be.” 

[elkining]

[roseloras]

[text] Wait… are you serious?

sweetrobin 🍬🐥: deadly

sweetrobin 🍬🐥: one of the assistant directors from the shoot im supposed to be starting next weekend pulled out and the production has descended into a panic

sweetrobin 🍬🐥: i told them i knew someone who’d be perfect

sweetrobin 🍬🐥:get on the next train to oldtown -  the director wants to interview u at 3.30

sweetrobin 🍬🐥: good luck 😊

[roseloras]

[text] I don’t know if I should be embarrassed or proud…

big brother: proud first, but probably embarrassed second honestly

big brother: if you tell ANYONE that i slept with theon greyjoy to get you a vote for your northern polar bear sanctuary i will kill you and then every single one of those polar bears

big brother: but ur welcome, u owe me one

[roseloras]

[text] Are you trying to bribe me with sex? 

theon 🤤: i am, and i know you well enough to know that its gonna work

theon 🤤: its nothing - all u have to do is convince ur brother to vote on my brother’s environmental proposal to the small council on monday

theon 🤤: and i’ll take u to my summer place in sunspear for the weekend 

theon 🤤: to follow through on my end of the bribe 😉

[roseloras]

[text] I’ve seen every episode of Grey’s Anatomy like 3 times. I practically have a PhD

renly baratheon: and i’ve seen every episode of Love Island like 3 times. i’m practically a straight person

renly baratheon: ig we all have our guilty pleasures

renly baratheon: yours is just way more respectable than mine, renly

renly baratheon: or should i say dr. baratheon 

[roseloras]

[text] I accidentally just called my mom a bitch to her face and now I have to run away. (mira)

mira: oh gods mira

mira: i don’t think i’ve ever heard u call anyone that before

mira: you have to tell me what went down im sure its an amazing story

mira: that being said u will have to move to Essos and change ur entire identity now 

mira: was she mad?!

[roseloras]

[text] We’re not watching Frozen again. 

sansa ❤️: please reevaluate your sick and twisted agenda against wholesome films 

sansa ❤️: wait do u not wanna watch it bc ive made u sit through it like 7 times this year

sansa ❤️: or bc a story about a beautiful red-haired princess living in the snow and dealing with a sister who keeps running off and causing you stress is too close to home for u? 

sansa ❤️: would u come if i……….. invited willas? 👀😈

[roseloras]

[text] I accidentally just called my mom a bitch to her face and now I have to run away.

queenshireen: oh my gOD im just gonna assume she deserved it

queenshireen: unfortunately im on set until late tonight

queenshireen: but if you can get on a train to oldtown, i’ll text the doorman to let you up when you get there so u can hide out for a few nights

queen shireen: up to u babes