Guns of Brixton | Garlan, Margaery & Renly | September 8th
The cab ride to Garlan's house was eerily quiet, and much too slow for Renly's liking. He had stressed to the driver the importance of haste, but his pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears. He'd have preferred to just sprint the short distance. It would probably have been quicker, seeing as it was just two miles from Camden to St. John's Wood, and he could cut through Regent's Park. Only it wasn't quicker, because Renly could not run. Not even to save Loras.
So instead he sat in the back of a cab with an overactive imagination, picturing all of the horrible things that could be done to his husband. He had studied law and had concentrated on civil and human rights. He knew all too well what had been done to political prisoners in other countries during military coups. Because that was what Loras was...a political prisoner. The "assault" charge was about as flimsy a story as one could imagine. Renly had been with Loras every day since the accident. He'd slept next to him every night. He knew where Loras was every moment of every day (up until now). He would have known about an assault.
Beyond that, the lies had been written across Jon Stark's face. Any have decent barrister could take this case down in a matter of minutes, but in order to do that it would have to go to trial. Renly wasn't sure what the state of the court system was right now. Stannis had control of just about everything else? Who knew when fair trials would resume. Loras could be locked up for months...years...however long it took for this martial law bullshit to be resolved, if it ever was.
The lump in his throat grew as the anger returned. Anger at Jon Stark, Stannis, Melisandre, and mostly himself. He should have saw this coming. He should have put his fucking non-existant career second to the safety of his loved ones and made sure Loras wasn't dragged into this.
Finally the cab pulled up outside Garlan's house, and he released his balled up fists long enough to throw some cash at the driver. His manners where forgotten when Loras' well being was in jeopardy.
Margaery's car pulled up after him, and he waited to greet her, thankful to finally see a familiar face. Without Loras, he often felt completely alone in the world. Like he was returning to the state of mind he'd grown up in...loneliness. This wasn't true anymore. He was a Tyrell now. He had Garlan, Willas, Olenna...an entire support system. And of course, he had Margaery.
He pulled her into a hug immediately, burying his face in her curls the way he would with Loras. It only made him feel worse, knowing it could be an indefinite amount of time before he could do that again. "I'm so scared for him," he whispered, unable to make a move towards the door.
