Loras Tyrell (greenerfields) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-06-24 11:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | loras tyrell, renly baratheon |
Who: Renly and Loras
When: This afternoon
Where: Their back lawn
What: Learning some new moves
Rating/Warning: TBD
Status: In progress
Since his talk with Obi-Wan which had gone horribly wrong, Loras felt heavy with nerves. Of course he'd never leave Renly again, but that didn't mean that Renly wouldn't get tired of waiting for Loras to grow up. It didn't mean that Renly didn't have the power to leave; Loras knew all too well that Renly had that power and that capacity. So maybe Loras felt better as he pulled his sword from its sheath, listening to the gorgeous whistle as it slid from the leather. It wasn't from this world, this sword, and it was a damned good thing, too.
"Alright, your majesty," Loras teased as he looked out over the lawn at the man he very much intended to spend the rest of his life with. Renly was backlit by the California sun. Fleetingly, Loras felt grateful that there was no snow...this time. "Is there anything in particular you'd like to learn?" he asked. "Or shall I just stick you and run?" Clearly, he was enjoying this. Damn. He hadn't brought any flowers outside with him, he may just have to pick one.