Renly Baratheon (thegoldenstag) wrote in valarcomm, @ 2012-07-02 22:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | loras tyrell, renly baratheon |
[Call to Loras Tyrell]
Very early Tuesday morning, after Renly has woken from his nightmare. Ragged sobs tear through the stillness of his bedroom as he grasps at his tshirt, clutching his hands tight against his chest. In the darkness, he could swear that the whole front of him was covered in wet, hot blood. He begins to shake -- he can still taste the coppery blood and bile in his mouth, oh gods, that horrible taste of death and betrayal -- and is violently ill as he leans over the side of his bed. He can hear the sound of his own sick splattering against the floor and it reminds him of the sound of blood splattering to the ground, and before he knows what he is doing he has grabbed his phone from the nightstand.
Without thinking about the horrific time of night, he's selected Loras Tyrell's name from his contact list. He waits for the man to pick up, his fist pressed against his mouth in a poor attempt to stifle his ragged sobs.
Ring, ring.