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asgardeventide2013-04-13 05:40 pm
dyingisnotdead) wrote in asgardeventide2013-04-13 05:40 pm
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[The screen flickers on, revealing a young man who looks more than a bit annoyed, and above all else, exhausted. His golden eyes search the screen as if it will show him something back, but…nothing.]
Some stranger told me that this allows me to speak somehow to others here, trapped with me.
[A hand slides through curly blond hair, and he purses his lips, as if he’s unsure what to say. There is rage behind his eyes, his jaw setting. He controls his anger though--what good would it do, now? To yell at a screen that shows things to people he does not know.
Rage does not bring things back. He‘s learning that every day; so he‘ll bury the hurt down, let it simmer, and take a lesson from his sister; swallow the emotion and present a more reasoned face.]
I know not what this place is, or why I was deemed to be brought here. To be taken from Kings Landing in my sleep, that is a great sorcery indeed.
I like it even less that we've been provided magic. There is no good that can come from it--only death and destruction.
[The same sort of magic that could kill a King with shadows. The fact that he has a gift now, as well...it troubles him. But first--his thoughts need to be focused, on the one thing that matters, now. The thing he has left.]
If those who have taken me are listening, hear this. I am Ser Loras of the House Tyrell; if you have my sister, Margaery, return her from whence she came. My life will be forfeit if you do.
[He has pride, but his sister matters most. He shall swallow what he must to gain her freedom if she is here at all.]
And to those who are captives, as well...
...any assistance would be appreciated.
This place is quite beyond me, I am afraid to admit.
Some stranger told me that this allows me to speak somehow to others here, trapped with me.
[A hand slides through curly blond hair, and he purses his lips, as if he’s unsure what to say. There is rage behind his eyes, his jaw setting. He controls his anger though--what good would it do, now? To yell at a screen that shows things to people he does not know.
Rage does not bring things back. He‘s learning that every day; so he‘ll bury the hurt down, let it simmer, and take a lesson from his sister; swallow the emotion and present a more reasoned face.]
I know not what this place is, or why I was deemed to be brought here. To be taken from Kings Landing in my sleep, that is a great sorcery indeed.
I like it even less that we've been provided magic. There is no good that can come from it--only death and destruction.
[The same sort of magic that could kill a King with shadows. The fact that he has a gift now, as well...it troubles him. But first--his thoughts need to be focused, on the one thing that matters, now. The thing he has left.]
If those who have taken me are listening, hear this. I am Ser Loras of the House Tyrell; if you have my sister, Margaery, return her from whence she came. My life will be forfeit if you do.
[He has pride, but his sister matters most. He shall swallow what he must to gain her freedom if she is here at all.]
And to those who are captives, as well...
...any assistance would be appreciated.
This place is quite beyond me, I am afraid to admit.
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[Loras frowns again, and takes her by the elbow, slowly guiding her back into the room.]
I did not know you were missing. I had only just seen you too your room, after we had secured your betrothal to Joffrey.
[The loathsome creature that the boy was.]
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Loras, are you sure you're alright? I was married to Joffrey well before I arrived here and it's been a moon's time since I was taken from King's Landing.
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I swear to it, Margaery--you know I would not speak false, to you, of all people.
I--
[He shakes his head.]
I know I have not been in the best of spirits, as of late, but I am not so lost as to have forgotten of what you speak.
[To have lost Margaery for a moon...he would be truly lost.]
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The Queen regent spoke to me of a grave injury you sustained in battle. Do you recall anything of the sort?
[She lifts her hand to push back his hair, checking for any sign of injury.]
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[He frowns, and squeezes her hand, backing away slightly from her touch. It would be welcome, if not for the trouble on her face.]
The last battle was Blackwater, Margaery.
That woman lies, always. Why would you believe a word that falls from her poisonous tongue?
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The last time I saw you, you were leaving for Dragonstone.
I am baffled as to why you don't remember. You seem perfectly fine otherwise.
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[He could find no other reason to go there.]
Is this--
--perhaps this place does something.
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I must agree. There is no other explanation as to why we are remembering two different times.
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It doesn't matter now, does it? We're here, and together. We'll find a way out of here, and things will be right again.
[Though if Loras was honest with himself, he had a doubt that things would ever be right again.]
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[That was the truth. She had basically shut herself up in her room before he arrived, venturing out only for necessities.]
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[He smiles, letting his hand fall.]
I am only sorry I did not come sooner.
[He hates the idea of her alone; she truly was his world now that Renly is gone, and he is content with that.]
sorry for my lateness!
It was hardly up to you. These gods saw fit to bring you now for whatever reason. [She did want to think them kind but perhaps they knew she needed him.]
No worries <3