#c:renly

[officiallorastyrell]

Loras left the Tyrell offices at about 100 miles an hour, not even stopping to greet Willas as he saw him walking in. The meeting with his grandmother had taken longer than expected and the Queen of Thorns was the kind of woman from whom you could simply excuse yourself. He got into his car flustered, and started driving faster than was advisable towards the skyscraper looming in the distance that he knew all too well as Renly’s offices. The cafe they’d chosen to meet in was close enough to Renly’s work that he didn’t have to go too far out of his way, but far enough that there weren’t too many prying eyes. 

Text to Ren: I am so sorry. Running late, I’ve been caught up with Tyrell shit all morning but I’m on my way, I swear. 😅”

Though his mother always told him that there was nothing ruder than being late, but he thought that even she would have forgiven him for the excuse of being held in his grandmother’s clutches. Part of him was afraid that Renly was going to bail on him with some perfectly polite excuse to cover up the fact that initiating this meeting was a mistake he’d made whilst drunk. 

[officiallorastyrell]

Loras hadn’t left his flat in days, not since he’d had his run-in with Renly in the coatroom, so when Garlan had called him and said he needed him to come to some dreary charity gala since Willas wasn’t feeling up to it, Loras couldn’t have been less keen on going. Still, with a few shouts over the phone from his grandmother and a disapproving look from Margaery when he said he was going to stay home, Loras’ mind had been changed under the condition that he just had to show his face for a few photos and then he could bail.

And bailed he had. At the earliest possible moment. 

Now, with his tie (floral, of course) loosened and feeling very constricted in the suit Margaery had coaxed him into, Loras was entering another bar, slightly ashamed of himself for only having been in bars and his bed all week. Ashamed or not, he took a seat at the bar and was in the process of ordering himself something incredibly strong when he recognised the far drunker man sitting a few seats down the bar from him. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He scowled to himself. The bruise was still pretty noticeable on his jaw, and the usually charming stag looked miserable. 

[witty-pretty-rose]

Summoned || Renly & Margaery

A pageboy had come with a summoning note from the King. It made her nervous. The King never sent her notes. She smiled at the pageboy, read the note, and left her handmaidens sewing a dress. Walking through the camp, she noted how eyes watched her make her way to the King's tent and the men nodded to her. She returned their nods with one of her own. When she reached his tent, the guards let her pass and she stepped through the opening. "Your Grace," she said, dipping into a curtsy. "You summoned me?"

[witty-pretty-rose]

The Stag & the Rose || R & M

Margaery waited to enter her husband’s tent. Clad in a low cut dress with a cloak draped around her slim figure, she took a deep breath as she prepared herself. She was taking a risk for her loved ones. Ygritte told her to be honest. Unfortunately, Margaery was not sure if honesty would work well if her husband. If she told him, then she could be charged with adultery and her life would be forfeit. The Rose of Highgarden had gotten herself into a very tricky predicament and she only knew one way out that would work, seducing her husband. When the guards nodded at her so that she could enter, she pushed open the flaps of the tent. “My King,” she said, dipping low into a curtsy.

[officiallorastyrell]

Loras had learnt a few things between returning home from the club last night and making the most rash decision of his life. He learnt that the walls of his room were easy enough to break holes in after several punches and that they left excellent bruises. He learnt that Renly had left the Mercenary soon after him, thanks to the infallible tabloids that had made the most of what they’d seen last night. He also learnt that he liked Renly Baratheon more than he’d ever liked anyone in his 20 years of living. Which was why he found himself driving to where he had been only hours before, in a much worse mood than he had been in then, despite every part of him screaming that this was a bad idea. Renly’s place was the last place he should be, he knew that seeing as they had parted on such bad terms and the fact that he was supposed to be at training an hour ago. 

There were more important things to attend to. Loras had spent all night awake curled up in the middle of his bed alternating between sobbing, screaming (with no respect for Margaery a few rooms over), trying to convince himself it was okay to tell Renly he was gay and trying to figure out how he could possibly apologise for his despicable behaviour last night. He was afraid. Afraid of letting his secret go, afraid of Renly’s reaction, afraid that Renly might not forgive him, just afraid. He parked his car a way away from Renly’s, opting to walk up the street, hood and sunglasses on, so that he didn’t get spotted but thankfully there didn’t seem to be anyone around as he approached the house. Loras’ stomach twisted in his chest as he caught sight of it, and almost turned back. He had to fix this. He had to make this right, show the courage that had left him last night. 

He imagined himself as one of the gallant knights from the stories Willas used to read to him as a kid, and managed to muster up enough courage to knock on the door. The knock was muffled by the sleeves of his jumper that had been pulled over his knuckles to hide the bruises but they were still clear. He didn’t even know if Renly would be home, let alone willing to open the door to him, but he had to try. Pulling down his hood and exposing his curls to the morning sun, Loras waited by the door, ready to step forward and take the leap of faith he needed to make to at least figure out what was going on here.