Though most know me as The Knight of Flowers.
I will always fight for the rightful king.
OOC: This blog doubles as a Finn Jones appreciation blog.
OURS IS THE TAGS.
((Read those for humors))
Pairing: Finn Jones/Gethin Anthony
Rating: uhhh… god I just don’t care. Just read it if you want. Don’t if you don’t want really.
Warnings: Jealous Gethin. NBD.
((Part 1/3))
Renly hadn’t expected to meet a guard blocking his way to find his brother. His title and and his honor were wounded when the man asked him where the mark across his cheek and he could respond with nothing more than a vicious pout and tiny arms crossed over his chest.
He never told a soul, started with the man on guard at the dock. But he knew things had changed. Renly understood what Stannis had tried one thousand times to convince him of in one swift movement of Robert’s hand. His body was tired, despite boundless energy and he could feel his stomach lurching and twisting painfully at the thought of food.
When Robert had entered the room, he hadn’t known what to expect. When Stannis had been five he’d studied maps and read books better than the maesters cared to admit. Stannis had been a man since he’d taken leave of the womb, they’d joked, though it was the truth of it that’d made it funny.
But Renly was an entirely different Baratheon, much more like Robert himself. But delicate. He was not quite so broad, not so swarthy of a child. His toys were not hammer and crossbow, but boats and pages to draw on. Robert almost chuckled, thinking his brother had no better prospects but to join the ladies of court, but he remembered almost instantly this was all a siege could offer a nocturnal boy of five.
The siege had already persisted too many days for Stannis to count. His stomach growled viciously and his men were growing more impatient with his brother’s war. This had started as rebellion, simple and pure in meaning, but the lines had begun to falter. This was no longer justice, but conquest.
They were thirteen years apart and already Stannis had grown more wary and more wise than Robert had in his many years of living. It was easily blamed on whoring and warring, but you’d never catch Stannis make mention of it. To speak of it would be to waste valuable energy he could not afford.
There were very few times in his life that Loras had taken leave of his post in Storm’s End. Even fewer that he dared travel with the knights and servicemen of the Lannisters. It wasn’t until he was standing, in the middle of the square, smoke filling his lungs and screams filling his ears, that he remembered why.
The entire town had been obliterated. Every stone was turned in search of coin or ale or a girl to add to the beaten collection. It was a ghastly sight and Loras stared at the ground, looking for patches not marred with heavy boot prints or spots of drying blood.
Pairing: Robb Stark/Loras Tyrell
Raiting: M
Warnings: It’s smut. It’s almost always smut. But biting, table sex… idk. There’s always something with these, isn’t there? Also it’s sort of AU based on an RP so yup~
Wordcount: 2,327
They walked slowly, their visit would be long enough, and the rush and smell of war was blown away by the breeze. Loras had a hand in hers and Arya looked vaguely bored. Roses were pretty, she’d admitted as much to him when they first entered the garden, but they far from held her interest.
After several moments, when the high walls of bushes covered them from sight, he stopped. With one brow raised, he waited, watching her stare back up at him blankly.
