Growing Strong

Roses in King's Landing

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 19:55:35 -0700

“Dear brother.” Margaery greeted Loras as she approached on light feet, a smile on her face as she approached her brother. Out of all those in this city, he was one of the rare few she trusted. And now, he served as a knight upon her betrothed’s Kingsguard, though she had to wonder just how it felt for him, to serve another king when he’d still so recently lost Renly, as she had.

It had to be difficult for them, but her brother showed no weakness, and for that, she was proud of him. “I trust I find you well?” she asked, voice soft as she spoke to him.

His thoughts were broken, pulling him from the darkest corners of his mind. Too quickly, his smile broke out, attempting to hide what he could from his sister’s talented eyes. They were too watchful, too clever and Loras could not manage causing her more pain than he’d already inflicted.

“You say it as if you might find me in some other attitude, sweet sister,” Loras smiled brightly toward her, his hand raising reflexively to sift through her hair. “And you? How is the ever blushing bride, Margaery?”

CRIES LILI! We missed you!

Thu, 07 Mar 2013 20:23:39 -0800

Who is this Lili?!

//apowijeflskdjf Hai T.T

HC: Loras enjoys having his hair pet by his sister.

Thu, 07 Mar 2013 20:19:56 -0800

//motherfucking accepted. Can we all just agree that Loras likes head scratchies? HE HAS SO MUCH HAIR.

Write a Headcanon about my character

Thu, 07 Mar 2013 20:17:52 -0800

talentedmischiefmaker:

If it’s good, it will become official.

//if it’s weird, it will become official.

fangirl challenge | [1/10] families ↳ the baratheons

Thu, 21 Feb 2013 19:24:05 -0800

fangirl challenge | [1/10] families
↳ the baratheons

Bleed

Thu, 21 Feb 2013 19:19:00 -0800

As a knight, Loras imagined Jaime had sustained a few hundred thousand injuries. Jaime had bled since childhood, sustaining cuts and scrapes and bruises. But never had Loas witnessed him looking quite so wounded. His mouth stood parted slightly and his eyes were widened just enough to let Loras know he’d been alerted.

“Do you think it’s funny?” Jaime’s voice was not quite hurt. It was a horrid cross between angry and disappointed. Loras hated it when Jaime was disappointed in him.

And yet Loras could not help himself. With a chuckle and a roll of his hip, the younger knight smirked, his lips forming a tight seal on the words he didn’t dare say.

“Your Lord Commander asked you a question, Ser. Do you think it’s funny?” Jaime asked through growled through gritted teeth. Again Loras remained silent, smirking until he’d felt a solid hand connect with his collar, gripping at his throat with a surprisingly strong hold.

“Should you best your Lord Commander in a spar or in battle, you do not laugh. You do not scoff. You bow and thank them for having taught you well enough to do such a thing,” Jaime’s voice was still, the tone in it so glowering that Loras, for the first time, felt genuine fear.

“Yes, Lord Commander,” Loras gasped back, his eyes wide and careful, the smile completely stricken from his face. Without a moment’s pause, Jaime turned, stalked away and said nothing of it again.

They were knights. Through the years they’d suffered a hundred thousand injuries. But for all his scuffs, for all his bumps and bruises and marred flesh, Loras had never imagined the most painful of all would be an injury of pride.

You have permission to flirt with me anonymously. Starting now.

Thu, 21 Feb 2013 16:01:58 -0800

merlionheart: “I loved him.”

Thu, 21 Feb 2013 15:43:17 -0800

merlionheart:

“I loved him.”

The Kingsguard | Day II: Chapter XIV - Loras

Thu, 21 Feb 2013 13:52:01 -0800

“If it could have been anyone…” Loras started, his eyes scouring his Commander’s face for reason or hope. “If it could have been anyone to sit the throne… who would you see? Would you serve?” Loras was careful in how he asked. There were rumors, just soft murmurs of Jaime’s past. Of his rise to momentary power only to be knocked aside when Ned Stark happened upon him on the throne.

He’d ignored his own question, knowing full well they’d find time to learn and practice Jaime’s new movements. Their time together was hardly limited. Instead, Loras searched for an answer, a promise in Jaime’s eyes that spoke of some knowing. I don’t know that anyone is meant for it now.

“I imagine every young boy imagines his own father upon the throne. IMagines becoming crown prince and dining on sweets day and night, with buxom young women to attend to their bathing and dress,” Loras almost hummed, pleased with the nostalgia of some imagined youth he venture most boys had. A love for their father, hope for some better life.

There was something charming about it, and despite all the luxuries of his name and titles, Loras found himself pining for something far more simplistic. He longed for the things other boys had and wished for some way to find splendor in the things they found pleasurable.

With a tight grip, Loras wrapped his fingers around the hilt of his sword, letting his mood and pain slither from his body. He had to remember to be guarded. He had to remember that being weak in a lion’s death was as good as being dead.

morsmordre-x: History and Lore of Westeros - House...

Thu, 21 Feb 2013 13:22:18 -0800

morsmordre-x:

History and Lore of Westeros - House Tyrell

House Tyrell trace our descent to Garth Greenhand, the legendary first King of the Reach who made the land bloom. But so too does every noble House around us. It seems dear ancestor Garth planted many flowers as he plucked. A king should have more consideration for his line, don’t you think? For over a thousand years, the Greenhand’s sons and grandsons ruled the Reach as House Gardener. The offshoots of his daughters grew into vast and powerful Houses in their own right. Except for House Tyrell. We chose instead to serve our Gardener cousins faithfully as stewards, to manage their stronghold of Highgarden and the daily affairs of the Reach.

Photo

Thu, 21 Feb 2013 13:18:04 -0800

Please, ser. I will take the secret to my grave.

Wed, 20 Feb 2013 00:11:41 -0800

Growling, Loras balled his fists, tightening them till his knuckles turned white. “I’ll speak on it when I’m ready. I don’t…” he paused, his eyes softening.

Ser, please don't lie. I will breathe a word of it to no one.

Wed, 20 Feb 2013 00:01:38 -0800

Loras grimaced, the memory flooding his senses. “I don’t wish to ever speak of it..” his mouth was formed into a tight line.

Why did you kiss him, though?

Tue, 19 Feb 2013 23:54:50 -0800

For a moment Loras faltered, his eyes growing cross as he looked at his companion. “I don’t know what you’re speaking of…” Loras growled out through nearly clenched teeth.

He should not have hit you.

Tue, 19 Feb 2013 23:47:22 -0800

“No,” Loras answered casually, letting his hand raise to his chin. “But I should not provoke such reactions from him either…” his smile widened at the thought.

For hitting you, Ser.

Tue, 19 Feb 2013 23:40:44 -0800

Loras smiled lightly, his eyes closed. “It is a part of our profession,” Loras explained, only opening his eyes after clearing his throat.

Ser Loras, Jaime is sorry.

Tue, 19 Feb 2013 23:35:31 -0800

Loras stared back curiously, silently, expecting an answer.

willowrosenbergs: Deleted scene with Loras and Margaery (x)

Tue, 19 Feb 2013 23:25:35 -0800

willowrosenbergs:

Deleted scene with Loras and Margaery (x)

helpmepray: Little preview of one of my last draw :3 work in...

Fri, 08 Feb 2013 10:30:27 -0800

helpmepray:

Little preview of one of my last draw :3 work in progress. (c) LorasxRenly

O Macbeth

Thu, 07 Feb 2013 23:07:00 -0800

They call it a mercy killing. Loras had never understood it. What good is it to kill a man? Life was always the better option, wasn’t it? But when he stood over him, watched the blood pouring from an open wound, Loras began to understand.

They had been training, teaching really. They’d made habit of it. Loras showing Jaime how to wield a sword more aptly and with more strength in his lesser hand. The damn war had quelled, and so many of their men had been spent. But Loras and Jaime had felt little of the losses. Men in cloaks with no experience were useless when faced against raw brutality like Stannis and his men.

“What do you want me to do?” He’d whispered the words so softly he wasn’t sure that Jaime would have heard them. But he nodded, using his chin to gesture down. Loras understood.

With a quick draw of his arm, Loras held his sword out. Jaime had become his mentor. His predecesor. And while he understood the rivalry their families boasted, he understood how necessary their bond was. “Do it quick, boy. Do it honorably.”

The words felt like a sentencing, and as Jaime’s white cloak burned red, a fire spreading too quickly to quench, Loras let his sword take a powerful swipe. His last breath was silent, his body almost peaceful despite the blood.

“Forgive me,” Loras whispered again, his sword now tainted and his body weak, shaking at the immensity at what he’d done. Jaime Lannister was dead. He’d killed him. Loras had never understood a mercy killing. But he’d committed one.