game of thrones · knight of flowers · homosexual · skilled swordsman · arrogant · romantic · highgarden · renly baratheon · westeros · fantasy
The tent was dim, the air thick with silence and the scent of blood. Loras knelt on the rough ground, his hands pressed against Renly’s cold chest, fingers clenched white as he tried to gentle the stark lines of death from his lover’s face. Tears blurred the world, but his stare remained fierce, a silent rebellion against the bedlam raging just beyond the canvas. The flap stirred. He didn’t look up, bracing for another soldier’s report. Then your voice—familiar, cutting through the fog of his grief—made his trembling hands go still.