shot through the heart... (closed)

[bruxisms]

Who: Stannis Baratheon (bruxisms) & Loras Tyrell (triplerose)
What: A former king runs into the boyfriend of the brother he may or may not have killed but because of different universes/timelines confusion might abound.
When: RIGHT NOW?!
Where: Some bookstore in the market in Olympia
Warning(s): aside from usual ASOIAF/GOT things, nothing I can think of.

[ since he had been a lad, Stannis Baratheon had enjoyed reading. tales of adventure did not particularly interest him, but he had always been attracted to the histories that the maesters had recorded. he had thought it important to understand the history of one's realm, so as to not repeat the same mistakes (though some might argue that in the end, he had). perhaps, it was also because it was the only activity that he had seemed able to best his elder brother in.

still, regardless of the reason, his enjoyment of such works is precisely why he finds himself in a modest "bookstore", carefully attempting to sift through the usual tales of adventure and intrigue for more practical histories.

unfortunately, his search is proving downright futile. he grinds his teeth from side to side as he turns towards the nearest man to him. ]

You. Do you know if this merchant only peddles lies, or if he has something of more quality?

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[bruxisms]

I suppose that you would not be, for by your Stannis Baratheon's hand or one of his own Rainbow Guard, the result was much the same.

[ easy? perhaps. it was simple enough to understand that he brought his doom upon himself. even if his brother still somehow found a way into his dreams. even as the juice dripped from his lips, and the blood ran down his chest.

but his hands were clean. he could not take responsibility for the actions of a man so foolish as to march his wife and child into battle. he would not allow himself to feel guilt for the death that he had no part in yet he did. all the same... ]

But, it would seem that he is not dead here, but merely sleeping in those devices. I saw him with mine own eyes, alongside Robert.

[triplerose]

[ -- Wait. Loras is silent for a moment and then he's turning, and it might be the first time he's ever properly looked at the middle Baratheon. There's no denying the wisp of hope in his eyes. ]

You saw him?

[ Loras had looked. He'd been up and down the rows of pods, never successful. He doesn't doubt Stannis' honesty in the moment. Stannis Baratheon is many things but certainly not a liar. Not to Loras' knowledge. ]

[bruxisms]

Him, and others that I know to be dead. My lord father and lady mother. Lord Davos Seaworth. Other faces I had only seen in sketches done by the maesters.

[ he had asked for all true men and women of Westeros to be spared. Renly may have not been a true man, but he was still his brother, for the little that it mattered.

he loved both of them, Renly and Robert, despite the slights they had made against him, and the hurt they had caused.

still, a part of him cannot help but think they would remain far better as sleeping memories rather than flesh and blood yet again ]

It would not surprise me that you did not find him, given how many there are aboard their "station". I likely wouldn't have had I not awoken near to them.

[triplerose]

Did he look well?

[ He must have. No one looked bad, so well taken care of in their slumber. Even Loras, who had suffered the marking of The Faith had emerged as good as ever. But hearing it might ease some of his troubled mind.

Though new troubles come quickly. Would Renly be of his Westeros, or of Stannis'? And if he's of the same as his brother, would it change anything for them? He's loathe to ask, because there's no love lost between the Baratheon brothers (mostly), but he doesn't know when he and Stannis may ever freely speak to one another again. ]

What was he like? The Renly from your Westeros.