#( loras. )

[sweetrobinprods]

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...”

@roseloras​

[crownofash]

Daenerys remains tucked in the living area until her gaze roams the stretch of the wallpaper's loopy designs enough times that she'd surely be seeing it in her dreams (though, better that than the blood covering Rodrik's chest). She departs when she begins to feel dizzy, when boredom and the lingering gaze of others is enough to swallow her whole. Digits snake to a passing gilded tray, plucking a bottle of champagne by it's slender throat before she makes her way to an adjacent room, solely occupied by a frame stitched with familiarity. "Loras," his name serves as a greeting saturated in the saccharine of fondness, the luminosity of her features swiftly doubling in wattage at the sight of the male, and she offers an uncharacteristically wide grin on approach, shutting the large door behind her to provide some semblance of privacy. "Just the man I was hoping to stumble into," she takes a gulp from the bottle before offering it in the male's direction with the ghosting upturn of a full mouth.

@roseloras​

[infcinity]

“loras?” He was positive that it was him, but he didn’t know what this new world held or who was here. “Is that you?” He asked a frown upon his features. The last time he had seen his brother was before he and Margaery travelled to Kings Landing after Renly’s death.

@ncttoday // loras tyrell