Renly Baratheon (selfcrownedking) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-30 23:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, loras tyrell, renly baratheon |
Who: Renly Baratheon and Loras Tyrell
When: Friday, August 30th. Late Evening. After this.
Where: Renly's Beach House; His Tent
What: Renly has a rather awkward dream and vows are exchanged
Rating: Family Friendly
Status: Complete
A light breeze blew in through the flaps of the tent causing goosebumps to rise along Renly’s bare shoulders as his eyes snapped open. It took him a moment to realize that while he was in his tent, it was behind his house, on the beach and not in a field near Storm’s End. Loras was sleeping next to him. They hadn’t had an argument about Brienne, but instead had gotten engaged earlier that evening and Margaery certainly hadn’t come to him while he was drunk. Renly had just dreamt that he’d married Margaery. Not only had he married her, but she’d been younger; younger than Loras. However, her being younger wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was that he hadn’t been able to consummate their marriage and she’d implied that she knew about him and Loras. So, her knowing wasn’t that bad, because she hadn’t been disguted, but he hadn’t expected it. Hadn’t known that Loras had told her. However, Margaery suggesting that he pretend she was Loras or have Loras join them was just too much.
As he woke more, it occurred to him that Loras knew. Loras knew everything that had happened in the dreams. If Loras knew, did Margaery know too? Glancing over at Loras, Renly reached over and ran a hand through his hair as his eyes adjusted to the near darkness. The candles had mostly all burnt out by now and the moonlight didn’t penetrate the thick hangings of the tent. As he laid there, in bed, in the tent, the only thing missing was the sound of men and horses outside, but instead the only sound he heard was the ocean and Loras’ breathing.
The all too familiar smell of the tent and their sex had lulled Loras into a dreamless sleep. Most nights were dreamless now, a Heaven that Loras had waited for since the dreams had started. Sometimes, he dreamed, though, and sometimes they weren’t what he wanted to dream of and those were the nights he’d wake in a cold sweat. Usually, he was alone, because when he was with Renly, the dreams rarely came to him.
Still, when the touch pulled him slowly from his slumber and he saw the light flicker of the candle flames dancing along the fabric of the tent flapping in the breeze and smelled ages of royalty, Loras was certain he was in another dream. His stomach turned a bit and, inwardly, he panicked. It took a few moments for him to realize that this was real, that Renly had gotten the tent and that he was here, on the beach. Renly’s touch was real, and the coolness of the ring on his finger was real, too. Loras sighed and rolled over slowly, his smile tired and faint. He could barely make out Renly’s-his fiance’s-features, but he knew it was Renly for he’d know the touch anywhere.
“You’re awake,” he said groggily.
Renly nodded despite the fact that Loras probably couldn’t see him; trying to figure out exactly what to say after that particular dream. “Yeah.” His fingers which had just been in Loras’ hair moved to slide along his upper arm, lightly, “I had a dream. A dream about your sister.” How was he ever supposed to look at Margaery the same way now? How was he supposed to look at Margaery at all after this? “About being married to your sister.” The timing of the dream couldn’t have come at a better time really. What were the odds that on the same night he gets engaged to Loras, he dreams about marrying Margaery.
In his sleepy half-sleep, half-awake state, Loras almost asked what kind of dreams Renly was having about his sister in that teasing manner that would imply a certain kind of dream. But then Renly continued and Loras was no longer half-awake, he was fully awake. His eyes blinked open and he frowned, sitting up to scrub his hands over his own face. Gods, he’d never told Renly of that. He’d been so focused on Renly’s fate that it never occurred to him that he needed to tell Renly that he would marry his sister.
When Loras didn’t say anything, Renly wondered if the younger man thought he was mad at him for not having told him earlier; after all, Loras had told him they were in love and that he died practically the day they met, but he had failed to mention that he’d married his sister. Not that he blamed him really. And honestly, Renly was grateful that Loras hadn’t told him before, because it would have just made it harder for him to get to know Margaery. “Failed to mention that part, huh? And how strange is it that she’s younger than you in the dreams?” As he spoke, his tone was light so that Loras would know that he wasn’t mad since they couldn’t see each other’s faces very well.
Though relieved, Loras rolled his eyes and turned a little to look at Renly, still lying there in that bed that was so familiar with all the colours washing warmly over his skin. “Well, you wouldn’t want me to spoil everything, would you?” he asked, raising a teasing shoulder.
Renly shook his head, a small smirk upon his lips as he laid back down beside Loras, "No, I suppose not, but you did give me a pretty big spoiler when we first met." Truthfully, if Loras had told him everything when they first met, Renly would have been even more freaked out than he had been. As he laid there, thinking about the dream something hit him and he sat back up, the sheet pooling in his lap, "That's why my sigil changed. It wasn't just your families support, but because I married Margaery." Well it all made sense now.
Loras frowned.
“That one was important,” he said. Not only was it important, but it was the one thing that Loras still couldn’t keep out of his head. To him, Renly’s marriage to Margaery was just about security and with that security would come the power and prestige so it was something that had been necessary.
He nodded. “That’s why,” he confirmed. “She did us both a very big solid. I hope you aren’t too upset that I never told you.”
Renly couldn’t see Loras’ frown in the dim light of the tent, but he could hear the tone of his voice and he reached out to where he knew Loras was and ran his fingers through the other’s hair, “I was teasing you. I’m not mad that you didn’t tell me. I was just surprised, is all.” He wondered if he knew what Margaery had suggested in the dream, “You know we never actually shagged, right?” Not in the dream he’d just woken up from anyway, “I couldn’t, because she wasn’t you.” He understood now why he’d married her, but anyone with eyes would have seen that he had showed far more attention to Loras then he had to Margaery.
It was ludicrous, even absurd, but Loras hadn’t known that. He’d thought they’d tried to at least, but he hadn’t ever had the nerve to ask. When he’d seen them together, they put on a pretty good face, enough that even Loras would feel a pang of jealousy, but it had been his idea all along and so he swallowed heart and let it be as it was. Finally, Loras smiled. He dropped a kiss to Renly’s mouth, the skin on his back rising, as well as the fine hairs on his arms. “And now you’re going to marry me,” he said against his love’s lips. “Why not now?” he asked. “We could, you know.” It was ridiculous, Loras knew Renly would want his family there and Loras wanted his own, but gods how he wanted to be Renly’s husband.
Loras might have practically told Renly to go sleep with Margaery, but he just hadn’t been able to. It was strange to think that he’d only just had the dreams, but already the memories felt like ones he’d always had. He still didn’t understand how the dreams worked, but he wasn’t asking questions about what caused them anymore. “Well, that’s what this ring means, doesn’t it?” He smirked against Loras’ lips then pulled away, brow rising at his suggestion, “You mean, right now? I’m pretty sure we need someone to marry us. And witnesses.” It wasn’t that Renly didn’t want to marry Loras as soon as possible, but it was the middle of the night, so he didn’t think it was actually possible to get married right then and there.
A stupid idea, even for the likes of Loras. Still, he smiled, lopsided and tired. “I would in a heartbeat,” he told Renly in just above a whisper. He would, he knew he would, and they would have to in some other world, where their marriage wouldn’t even be real. It would just be between them and this tent. “So what if we did?” he asked reasonably.
Renly moved, rolling over onto Loras, fingers carding through the younger boy’s hair as he gazed down at him in the dim light of the candles, “Well, you’d have to move in right away,” They had never really talked about Loras moving in before. Sure, Renly had given him a key months ago and Renly would have loved to have had Loras around all the time, but it never seemed like the right time to talk about it, but now seemed as good a time as any, “Can’t get married and then live in two different houses.”
“Hmmmmmmm,” Loras intoned, or was it Mmmmmm? He closed his eyes, leaning into Renly’s touch. Renly’s very real touch. The surreality of that sometimes threw him for a loop. He sighed. Rengly was right, of course, he usually was, that was one of the things that he loved about the man. That didn’t mean he to like it, though, and the Knight of Flowers could have very well been pouting. “I do need to make arrangements for that first,” he admitted.
Renly could hear the pout in Loras' voice even if he couldn't see it clearly, "Well, I suppose, we could exchange our own vows now if those arrangements could be made soon," He knew that technically they wouldn't be legally married until someone else married them and they had witnesses, but that was just a technicality. Smirking, he lowered his head, kissing a log Loras' jaw until he reached his knight's ear and whispered, "Because I'd hate to sleep without my husband for very long." He said that word, husband, the way he sometimes said Loras' name when he was aroused and desperate for the other.
Only Renly could ever do this to him. Only Renly could make him feel like nothing else existed or mattered, and even when he would shove Renly away, it was done with an inner duality. Loras felt himself shiver and give in slowly, his fingers seeking the warmth of Renly’s bare skin. Renly, who was nothing short of the Heavens the bards sang of. That one word from Renly’s mouth nearly took his breath away, fairly knocking the wind from him. Loras shifted, pausing for a moment, a hair’s breath from Renly’s kiss. He said nothing, he only took in the moment before he kissed Renly and pressed him slowly back down to the mattress. It was silent agreement.
Renly allowed Loras to push him back onto the mattress, arms going around his neck as he did so, not wanting to lose the contact. At least, not until he placed his hand on Loras’ chest and pushed him away gently, licking his own kiss swollen lips as he gazed up at him, “If we keep that up we’ll never get this done.” Of course he wasn’t opposed in the slightest to continuing this after they exchanged vows. After all, what better time was there to have sex than right after you got “married”?
A giggle rose up from Loras’ throat. He could have stayed where he was, taking in every little kiss, every mumbled word of their vows and he would have thought it was perfect. Renly had other plans, though. Loras moved from him. “All right, all right,” he said, swinging his feet from the bed. He looked over his shoulder, at the faint outline of Renly there, his stomach balling into a knot. He frowned a little, trying not to think of the last time he’d been in this tent before now. This was their tent. Loras took Renly’s hand and brought the knuckles to his lips. “Do you want me to go first?” he asked. To his dismay, he found that he was nervous, but that wasn’t going to stop him.
Renly wouldn’t have minded if Loras had stayed on top of him, but since the younger man had gotten up, Renly did as well, smiling as he felt Loras’ lips on his knuckles. “Wait a minute. I want to be able to see you properly.” He pressed a kiss to Loras’ knuckles then before moving across the tent, still naked, to one of the candle holders and relit it, suddenly bringing the entire interior of the tent into view and then returned to Loras. “That’s better.” Still smiling, he brought a hand up to Loras’ cheek and nodded,his own stomach in just as many knots as Loras’, “Okay. Now you can start.”
Indeed, that was better. Much better. The glow of the candle was familiar and perfect, orange and red and yellow moving along Renly’s features, the hues reflecting like glass in the man’s eyes. Loras looked down at him for a few moments, allowing himself to take it all in. This wasn’t official, but it was what they would do in another world where they wouldn’t be able to have something that would allow them what they had here.
Loras placed his hand to Renly’s bare chest and turned more toward him. Gods, he loved him. He shook his head, scarcely believing any of this was real. “I keep thinking I’ll wake up,” he stated, his hand moving to Renly’s warm cheek. “I keep thinking that this is all part of some other dream, and I’ll wake up and remember that you’re not real, or that you’re gone. When I don’t wake up next to you, all I do is wish you were there, and I go about my day, the same thing all the time. Then you’re there, and it never matters that I could be in a bad mood because you pull me back, no matter how hard I wish you’d let go. You’ve done that from the beginning. I won’t pull back now, because we’ve waited for too long, and now I swear to you that I’m yours. I swear to you that I’m going to protect you and love you and I will always be a stubborn mule who’s going to make you do things because I’m selfish and want them for the both of us. Mostly, though, I just need you. I’m ready for this. I love you. And if I had the ring I’ll wed you with right now, I would place it on your finger.”
Renly listened to Loras, not missing one word his fiance said, eyes occasionally flicking from his eyes to his mouth and back just letting it all sink in. This was their second chance. Their chance to have everything they couldn’t have in the other world and Renly was determined to give Loras everything he ever wanted; most of all love. When Loras was finished, Renly had to take a moment before speaking, “Loras, I’ve never felt as close to anyone as I do to you. And while I suspect part of that is because of the dreams, I felt it before I started dreaming. When I was back home all I did was think about you. I should have thought you were mad for the things you told me, but deep down I knew it was true. I mean, why else would you say them if they weren’t true? I came back here to find you and I still can’t believe you forgave me and gave me a second chance. You should have told me to fuck off, because I left without an explanation or even a goodbye, but you forgave me and I promise that I will never leave again. You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.” Both of his hands moved to cup Loras’ cheeks as he watched the candlelight reflected in his eyes, “I love you, Loras Tyrell.” They’d beside the whole name thing later. Right now the only thing that mattered was that they were together and always would be.
“Oh how horrible,” Loras teased, then found Renly’s lips with his own. “I love you, too,” he whispered against them, feeling a sense of calm relief move over him. No, he shouldn’t have told this man to just fuck off. If he had, they wouldn’t be here right now, in the warmth of candlelight in the tent. They wouldn’t be giving each other vows and Loras definitely wouldn’t be kissing Renly.
“You must be rethinking this whole marriage thing now that you know you’re stuck with me forever,” forever was slightly muffled as Loras had chosen that moment to kiss him, but Renly certainly wasn’t complaining. There was absolutely nothing for Renly to complain about right now. Right now everything was absolutely perfect. They had each other and nothing could change that. What could be more perfect than that?