#loren 002

[goobiedelgado]

closed starter for loren lillegard ( @lorenlillegard ) -> tidal wave music

Loren's the first person Goobie lays eyes on when they open the door of Tidal, and for a moment they allow themselves the briefest belief in fate.

See, rejection and Goobie don't tend to live in the same orbit, at least in terms of their sexual pursuits. It's rare to find a girl who doesn't want to go home with them, if only because they're choosy about who they approach to begin with; a calculated risk that more often than not turns out in their favor. It's not like it doesn't happen, and Goob's dealt with plenty of bar flirtations that go nowhere, but slimming the playing field to keep those kind of interactions rare is their forte.

Halloween, however, had been it's own special kind of Hell - something they should've expected, given the holiday.

An evening with the beautiful bat-girl had just begun (and with a very promising start) when it was cut short by a puking girl in the bathroom - one Goobie had seen outside earlier and hoped to never see again. What started as a brief dance break (Goobie off to the bathroom and Lore off for more drinks) turned into a total halt as Goobie, disgusted, had to head straight home when their cargo pants turned into a canvas for Puke-casso's freshest work.

No numbers or goodbyes exchanged meant Goobie's chance with the elegant bat was over. Except maybe Aurora Bay had other plans - maybe Goobie didn't have to take the L after all.

"Y'know, if this were some cheeseball movie I wouldn't be able to recognize you without the mask on." Goobie slides up beside Loren, leaning against a box of records. "Glad that's not real. I was getting worried I'd never see the best dancer in Aurora Bay again."

[gcuienveres]

@loreniilaniister​

the stretched days of dragonstone were beginning to blur into a fusion of bleak skies and stormy weather, as it had remained since her arrival in the dragon’s lair. guinevere had spent the day remaining mostly in her chambers, the unforgiving weather unable to persuade her to leave the fire in the hearth and the comfortable blankets that had been strewn across her bed. it in no way rivalled the comfort and extravagance of the gold mine she called home, therefore it would simply have to do; for now. listening to her ladies softly talking among themselves, engaged in their knitting, guinevere’s mind focused solely on the pages of the novel she was currently engrossed in. flicking through the small pieces of parchment, momentarily lost in the ancient world of the children of the forest and the myths of pixies and giants, guinevere glanced over her shoulder at the sound of the door to her personal chambers swinging open.

rising herself from beneath the blanket strewn across her, guinevere moved aside on the bed as if to automatically make space for the man that had entered to fling himself onto its comfort, narrowly missing his lean frame crashing onto her and instead lightly pushing him off her. her orbs glanced down at the boots that remained on his feet, and guinevere couldn’t help but let out an irritated noise, reaching out her hand to swat at his knees and indicating for him to remove his boots if he were on her linen. “any news?” she asked, laying down upon her bed once again and peering at her older brother from over the top of the book. it had been an interesting few days for the golden haired woman, ranging from her talk with the tully prince to the arryn one - the first she intended to speak to loren about, the second perhaps not as much. “how much longer do they expect us to remain here due to the tully business?”