Always Here, Loras/Renly, MhuldrejentaJune 5 2013, 08:33:53 UTC
This is my first entry here - *waves hello* Sorry this is a little long, just under max drabble length:) ---------------------------------------------------------
Loras made him ridiculously happy. Challenged in all the good ways, yet safe and loved, and he felt impossibly alive. So when Loras said to him that he would make a wonderful king, Renly believed him.
Every time they were together, Loras would tell him a story. It could be a little parable from his childhood. Other times Loras put together highly amusing, and not always very nice, anecdotes about the people that surrounded them. Sometimes he launched into huge story arcs that would take several nights for him to finish. After these nights, with the story interrupted, Renly would crave their next meeting almost as much for his eagerness to listen to Loras’ melodious, soft voice bringing him further into whatever adventure they were currently creating, as he was for the never failing giddy breathlessness and then languid satisfaction that always happened sometime during their encounters.
Loras would sit quietly on the floor, his legs curled up, or sometimes knees drawn towards his chin and his arms resting around them. Renly would lie on the bed, letting his hand hold his head up as he drank in the sight of the man on the floor and the sound of every word that came floating from his mouth. The soft light from the flickering lamps would make his hair look like a glowing halo, his eyes would hold Renly’s in a steady, yet mild gaze. He was so beautiful.
Tonight though Loras didn’t follow the well known pattern they had carved out through numerous nights together. He didn’t sit down on the floor, letting his mesmerizing voice flow softly whilst giving Renly a warm look. Instead he walked slowly to the bed where Renly had found his usual pose, lying on the side with his head propped up on his hand. Loras sat down, letting his index finger slide slowly and deliberately from Renly’s hip all the way up to his shoulder. Renly felt a strong hand grip around his nape, caressing it, ruffling his hair gently. Finally Loras began to speak.
“Of all the animals in the world, the stag has always seemed like the most royal to me. And this particular stag” - a little more pressure against his neck - “happens to possess the qualities that make him wonderfully suited for filling a very special role. And“ - Loras let his hand follow Renly’s spine down his back, taking his time - “he already has everything he needs right here.” Loras’ other hand touched his chest lightly where his heart was hidden. “Not to mention,” Loras continued whilst slowly leaning closer to Renly’s face, “a flower knight that will always be there for him.”
His voice was now little more than a whisper, and Renly felt his breath hitch, oddly taken by the words and actions of his lover.
Sorry this is a little long, just under max drabble length:)
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Loras made him ridiculously happy. Challenged in all the good ways, yet safe and loved, and he felt impossibly alive. So when Loras said to him that he would make a wonderful king, Renly believed him.
Every time they were together, Loras would tell him a story. It could be a little parable from his childhood. Other times Loras put together highly amusing, and not always very nice, anecdotes about the people that surrounded them. Sometimes he launched into huge story arcs that would take several nights for him to finish. After these nights, with the story interrupted, Renly would crave their next meeting almost as much for his eagerness to listen to Loras’ melodious, soft voice bringing him further into whatever adventure they were currently creating, as he was for the never failing giddy breathlessness and then languid satisfaction that always happened sometime during their encounters.
Loras would sit quietly on the floor, his legs curled up, or sometimes knees drawn towards his chin and his arms resting around them. Renly would lie on the bed, letting his hand hold his head up as he drank in the sight of the man on the floor and the sound of every word that came floating from his mouth. The soft light from the flickering lamps would make his hair look like a glowing halo, his eyes would hold Renly’s in a steady, yet mild gaze. He was so beautiful.
Tonight though Loras didn’t follow the well known pattern they had carved out through numerous nights together. He didn’t sit down on the floor, letting his mesmerizing voice flow softly whilst giving Renly a warm look. Instead he walked slowly to the bed where Renly had found his usual pose, lying on the side with his head propped up on his hand. Loras sat down, letting his index finger slide slowly and deliberately from Renly’s hip all the way up to his shoulder. Renly felt a strong hand grip around his nape, caressing it, ruffling his hair gently. Finally Loras began to speak.
“Of all the animals in the world, the stag has always seemed like the most royal to me. And this particular stag” - a little more pressure against his neck - “happens to possess the qualities that make him wonderfully suited for filling a very special role. And“ - Loras let his hand follow Renly’s spine down his back, taking his time - “he already has everything he needs right here.” Loras’ other hand touched his chest lightly where his heart was hidden. “Not to mention,” Loras continued whilst slowly leaning closer to Renly’s face, “a flower knight that will always be there for him.”
His voice was now little more than a whisper, and Renly felt his breath hitch, oddly taken by the words and actions of his lover.
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