asgardeventide | ♣ 6 ♣ [video]

Entry tags:

♣ 6 ♣ [video]

[The device turns on, revealing a Loras who looks...tired. He has been sleeping for two weeks (he has looked at the date), but he feels no more rested than he would, before.

He has been home. Living for months without knowledge of this place. But as he has woken up--he remembers the prophecy, the future he saw, so many weeks ago.

He knows that when he returns home, it will come true.

There is no escaping it.

So if he looks more serious, older, well. It is just the way of things, now.]

It seems while I slept, I returned home. I do not understand how it has occurred or why I have returned but--

--I can not deny the truth of it.

[He runs his free hand through his mess of curls.]

Can someone tell me what I have missed?

And--how many of you have returned home, and had no recollection of this place? Is that how it happens, always? With no way to use the knowledge of things learned here, back in our worlds?

[To avoid his fate--oh he wishes that he could.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Ah... well... about that...

[Oh hi, we totally broke in! That was a bit awkward to admit really. ]

There are many people here very skilled with locks.

[Loras leans back on the bed, waving Leonardo off.]

That's fine; I'm glad you thought to do so.

[How great it was to hear that! He had thought that... well, the door lock clicking as the borrowed key was turned in the lock might have been frown upon otherwise. ]

I, um... also borrowed your key after we broke in.

[This was laid down on the nearest table as he lingered by the doorway. Though he couldn't stand there long at all. Loras was back! And uninjured? The future he had spoken of had not been lived yet?

Soon he was hurrying inside and closing the door behind him.]

I was so concerned, after everything you told me...

[The line from the discarded IV was rolled up and hung from the metal rack the bag of liquid hung from before being pushed aside so the edge of the bed could be sat upon. ]

How long were you back at home?

...that is fine. You should probably have one any way, I suppose.

[Loras smiles, shifting to make room for Leonardo, before reaching out a hand to him.]

...months. I know now, how I will be burned. How I might die.

--that I can do nothing about it, that my own fate seems sealed...

[He sighs, shaking his head.]

Tis a terrible thing.

[The offered hand was taken and caressed like a delicate work of porcelain. ]

I had been afraid you would... When I returned home I lived years of life before finding myself back in Asgard.

[It was a confession of sorts. He had thought memories from here might not return with them but hoped beyond hope that would not be the case for everyone. ]

I am so sorry...

I fear I truly don't have years.

[At least he's around 19 now?

Loras sighs, smiling fondly as Leonardo strokes his hand.]

Don't apologize for something that isn't your fault. I am only happy that I returned, and have my memories of hear intact. That I still know who you are.

[Returning back to Westeros, and the sharp pain of Renly's death, still near...it is good to have warmth near him once again.]

I feel I have to apologize. Life is being so cruel to you and there is nothing I can do about it. Sympathy and support are the only things I can offer, when really, if it were possible I would grab your destiny and twist it into a brighter future.

[Destiny, bah! Why were they brought here at all if these terrible things could not be changed?]

I do appreciate that sentiment.

[Loras nudges at him, patting at the spot next to him. He's still feeling lousy, but he'd rather be able to curl up with Leonardo and be miserable than otherwise.]

But I have you, I have my friends...I have some semblance of a life, here. It can be enough.

[The offer was taken up immediately. The crumpled blanket that lay on this side of the bed was smoothed before he settled in next to the knight to give Loras the warm hug he should have received as soon as he had woken up.
If they were going to sulk, it was far preferable to sulk together.]

I did miss you, a great deal, while you were away.

Mm...hello.

[Loras sighs, curling into Leonardo, just tangling limbs, trying to settle into a place he remembers. It hurts his heart, in such a clear way, and if he is clinging, slightly, he apologizes.]

I am sorry that I caused you worry. I--I believe I know who killed Renly, now. Truly.

[This was such a bombshell! Leonardo nearly squeaked the words that flew so quickly from his mouth he wondered after he'd said them if they were even recognizable. ]

You discovered the murderer!? Who was it? What were they after? Did you capture the culprit!?

[The questions flew until he realized how overwhelming all of them must have been.
Scusate.
The flurry of words was gently apologized for with a loving kiss to the top of Loras's curl decorated head.]

It is--it was his bloody brother, Stannis. He used magic, of some sort. I can't--

[Loras frowns, gripping at Leonardo's shirt.]

He is out of my reach. Dragonstone, the place I meet my fate, was his stronghold, but I know he is not there. I do not know if I ever will be able to hunt him down and make him pay.

Is that why...

[He swallowed hard, remembering the terrible story Loras had told him of his fate in that battle. When he returned home... that story would be made true.]

Why you attacked the castle? You were hoping he would be there?

No. I attacked, because the Queen regent said that if I did not take the castle, she would not send the necessary men to defend my home.

I had little choice.

[Politics...
Instantly this Queen was disliked. It was bad enough to have to deal with nobles when you were only a commissioned artist but when there were so many lives at stake... and moreover when Loras was involved...]

I never cared for those kinds of people who say they will help you if only you do this for them in return. I know it is impossible to avoid with rulers but it would be better if they had more consideration.

I am certain now she did it, hoping that I would get killed as a result.

She may get her wish, as it seems.

What!

[Oh he... he felt lightheaded for a moment and had the headrest of the bed not been there to catch him and bring him back to his senses he might well have slid off the bed entirely.]

Why would she do... even contemplate something like that?!

Because she wants my family to lose our power, to see us dead. Because she is a cruel mad woman.

Does it truly matter, why?

No...

[But, such cruelty! To go to such lengths to destroy a man and his family...

The horror and faintness he had felt was quickly replaced with an anger that set his jaw. His next words were harsh and held a threat just beneath the surface.]

If only she were here. I would have a few friends to introduce her to!

[Friends one usually finds it best not to speak of, but with Loras it was different. They shared a connection and a love... there was no harm in talking freely around him.]

And I would not mind you doing so.

[Loras sighs, and moves to pull Leonardo back down, brushing his lips against his gently.]

There is nothing to do about it, now. We just...have to try and ignore it.

[Or at least, Loras will try. It is the best he can do, some days.]

[The flame of anger was so quickly lit but even faster extinguished. Or perhaps it was more fitting to say the flame had been redirected, moved from one wick to another, as Loras's lips teased at his own transforming itself into passion instead of rage. ]

Lei ha ragione.

[Leonardo spoke softly now, in nearly a whisper, a far cry from the outrage of a moment ago. ]

You are usually right.

[He leaned in to that gentle caress, trying to steal a moment from his love's lips, so close but tantalizingly distant.]

[Loras lets the kiss last a bit longer, a hand moving to slide up into Leonardo's hair, his other hand cupping his neck. After a few moments, he pulls back, smiling softly.]

Well, I do try to be right. It helps make things easier.

[Though he knows he is usually wrong. Or...or he has been wrong, in the worst way, recently.]

Did you work on anything why I was gone?

[Work? It must have been telling when Leonardo only blinked at the question like he was having trouble remembering whether he had or not. ]

I may have done something...

[A curl was captured and twirled around a finger. Loras did have the most beautiful locks of hair.]

Does it matter?

...no, not really.

[Loras smiles, settling back against Leonardo.]

At least not to me.

[He's sure someone cares about Leonardo's work. Most of it goes well over Loras' head, so he just enjoys it for how happy it makes Leo.]

[His projects were fun! It was impossible not to get a thrill out of putting the finishing touches on a painting or seeing a machine you have only just dreamed up actually coming to life but after all the worry and concern of a past few weeks those little joys had been forgotten. Right now there was no greater gift than to be able to lean back against a pillow and hold Loras close to his chest. ]

I can get back to those things later. You are far more important!

(no subject)

dyingisnotdead - 2014-01-22 03:09 (UTC) - Expand

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

♣ 6 ♣ [video]

[Video]

[Video]

[Action]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

(no subject)