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Who: Loras Tyrell (

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What: Some here and there in the midst of the chaos (aka October Catch All)
When: October.
Where: Around Olympia and Wyver.
Warning(s): TBD.

(i. The Sanctuary. Ish.)

[ Loras has never seen or known anything like this. No great plagues have struck Westeros, not in his time, and it's terrifying. To say the least. Though Loras will never openly admit that. He's lucky, he knows. The sickness has spread to neither him nor his sister, he has the ability to help, to atone for any wrongdoings he may have committed in the past.

His feet, more often than not, carry him to the sanctuary. Loras never goes inside. He'd not know the first thing about helping, though he thinks they might not care. He could be put to task to anything. This was never his strong suit, it was his sister's, a habit Loras himself had never quite picked up on. So he loiters rather than make himself useful - but at least well out of the way of anything who might hurry in or out.]

(ii. The Marketplace.)

[ The market is never dull. In an effort to not stay at home all day, Loras comes here first. It's interesting, and he's making acquaintances. People who he recognizes and can say hello to and inquire about their day. It's actually quite soothing. It's helping him settle in.

Today, he's on a mission. He's looking for a stall or a cart that sells flowers. Roses, preferably, red ones. Something like roses would do just as well. Loras is picky, though, and they have to be perfect. Perfect for his unwell friend, and for another friend's unwell sister - something to brighten grim days. ]

(iii. Train Station.)

[ Loras doesn't have silver to spend on a train ride to Flona Cove. A fact, of course, that fills him with a pang of sadness. A pang replaced by jealousy as he sees people embark and disembark the train, smiling and easy. He'd quite liked it there, with the beaches and the careless attitude that everyone so easily adopted. Absently, he thinks he'll need to find a way to earn coin, so he can go back there again.

It's not a complete loss, though. Standing against some railings in view of the station, Loras likes to watch the train. He's fascinated by it, the thrill of seeing it and the puff of smoke still as novel as the first time. Though he's not sure he can stand around for another hour, just to see it arrive and take off. ]

(iv. Wild Card.)

Choose your own adventure!

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[ He scrunches up his nose, then, after a moment, sets aside his device. ] We've always adapted to our circumstances. [ Well, she did it better than him, but they were Tyrells. They'd carve their path here and rise up to their status.
It's a long fall from the best knight in Westeros and Queen. ]

Once things have settled, we can begin to make our names again. The way it should be.

( margaery concedes to that with a nod, turning slightly more towards loras and slipping her arm around his, as though the closeness will make being in a new world easier somehow. having him there is a comfort that she couldn't begin to describe her gratefulness for, but she isn't sure how she would have coped without him being here - better than she thinks, perhaps, but not as well as she is now.

it had been a long road even back home, becoming a knight and a Queen, full of secrets, lies, manipulations. maybe it will be different here.

hopefully it will be. ) We're Tyrells. Of course that is how it will be. ( she gives him a small nudge, teasing in her usual way. ) You'll certainly be the handsomest and the best at whatever we do here.

[ Loras just laughs, ducking his head. It's the easiest they've been with each other in a long time. In Westeros, as much as they love one another, their tensions were strained. This is nice. This reminds him of better days.

His hand goes to his head, where his hair is beginning to grow out again, the curls slowly starting to form. ]

I'll feel better once this has grown out. You were always better at things than I was. [ Loras is certain that Margaery would have been a formidable knight had she ever felt so inclined. By his luck, she preferred gowns to armor. ]

( being away from the sept, king's landing, the political landscape they had to tread every day - it certainly made things easier. even with the people from their own world here, or the ones they knew were currently in stasis, being away from their home world seemed to be good for them. especially with how things were for both in the last weeks they had - the last months, even.

and his curls are coming back. margaery never thought she'd be so glad over something so simple. )

That's not true. I couldn't wield a sword at all, even if I had tried to. And you were always better at loving and being loved. ( despite it being a secret, he and renly had been so good in a bad world. certainly it wasn't a perfect relationship, renly being married to the sister of his lover, but it was something good.

meanwhile margaery had three husbands and loved none of them, and wasn't loved by them, and had to bribe the common people with a mask in order to become a Queen they would adore. admiration isn't quite close to something margaery would long for, if she hadn't been so ambitious about where she wanted to place herself in the world. )

We could be at this for hours.

[ Loras adores no one more than his sister. He'll gladly continue to compliment her as long as she does him, and neither will let the other win in this game.

Though he knows they both have their faults. Margaery wins favour with her apparent kindness and Loras wins favour because he's a champion. Neither of them are well liked by the people for being themselves.</small ] Shall we call it a draw?

( margaery laughs brightly at that, because it certainly is true. outside of the ambitions she had created for herself, or even before those things, family was always the most important thing she could think of. loras was on the top of that list, even with how things had become aggravated at home. )

Certainly. I don't want to be old and wrinkly by the time we're finished. ( though perhaps they would run out of things to say before that. ) So, my favourite brother, tell me. Have you met anyone here yet? Made friends with the locals - or new locals, as it were?

I would hope I'm your favourite brother.

[ Another small laugh. At her question he shrugs, then his face scrunches while he thinks. Has he made friends? Not really, no. Not many. Not that Loras was ever the sort to have many friends. He had his sister and he had Renly, and everyone else was an acquaintance, or simply people who latched on to the Tyrell name. ]

I suppose. I've made a friend from Westeros, of all places, a sweet man from the north. His name is Willem. You would like him, he's kind.

I don't think I have much choice in the matter.

( though even if there had been more, margaery doesn't doubt that loras would still be her favoured. they're close enough that she could call him her closest friend out of anyone else, even. she considers herself quite lucky that loras is her brother, all things considered. she could have been a lannister, like her late husbands, and related to the first and worst one. )

You'll have to introduce me one day. Even if it's only one, I'm glad you've made a bond with someone.

I will. I think he'd be quite pleased to meet the queen.

[ Another smile. For what it's worth, Margaery will be queen in his eyes as much as Renly will be king. But she's right - it is nice to have a friend. They're lives, as popular as they ever were, had been lonely in the end. ]

I'm certain you've charmed plenty of people since we've arrived.

I'm hardly a queen anymore. Nor a Lady, for that matter. Here I have become simply Margaery.

( a weird change, and not one she really appreciates. the power that had come with being a tyrell and queen both had been addictive, her dreams and ambitions come true. but here she was just like everybody else. it was taking some getting used to. )

I have met some friendly people. A friend or two. I should introduce you to Eggsy. He has a curious name, but he is kind - I think you would like him.

You will always be a queen in my eyes.

[ He means it, of course he does. Loras had done everything he could to help put Margaery exactly where she needed to be, and the people had loved her. Being here didn't change that. Not to him, anyway. ]

Sometimes, I try to think of what our grandmother would do if she were here. By now, I suspect she'd have made her name known to everyone. I miss her quite terribly.