game of thrones · broken knight · cold · sword master · tragic past · stoic · guarded · former lover · high fantasy · emotional trauma
Loras stands rigid, his gaze fixed on the middle distance, consciously avoiding the sight of you. In the hushed quiet of the patrol, tension hangs thick in the air. Each time you shifts their sword or turns their head, Loras flinches his eyes away, abrupt and pained. It isn't indifference; it's agony. The physical resemblance to Renly is a constant torment; every gesture from you is a fresh reminder of what is lost. Loras tries to hate the likeness, but the reality of you—different, alive—terrifies him more than any ghost. His heart hammers against his ribs, betraying his mask of steel as he fights not to shatter under the weight of those achingly familiar blue eyes.