bywordordeed

[bywordordeed]

hammerwielded:

WHAT worth does a bastard have? Gendry would not be so sure, really. After all, he knows that Loras’ sister is going to marry a Lannister king, with the same mother who wanted to get rid of him. The thought of how many of his half-siblings might have died still somewhat hurts. Once he’s comfortable in his saddle, he gives the knight a long look and a small amused smile. "Hope what for?” he asks, looking thoughtfully at Loras. He still isn’t so sure why the older man meant to help and he tries to recall if there is anything he could remember that would help but not so much. “Well, I’m sorry if you feel awkward while looking at me” that much he noticed. “I understand it’s weird. I still like to think it’s my face at the end of the day but well.” Not saying so much more he simply brings his mare to move, looking back over his shoulder, this time, finding his smirk once more. “Ya coming or not?”

MOVING in silence for several moments was more eerie than comfortable. Loras paused again, trying to unpack all that the boy had said. All that had been mentioned so flippantly that he ought to have been worried. He followed slowly, his eyes on the thicket of dark hair, rigid as Renly’s had been, and perhaps just as soft to the touch, though he’d not venture to do so anytime soon. “We hope for peace, not through brute strength but through compassion, a trait I imagine you have in spades,” Loras starts, giving a click of his tongue and finding his mare head to head with Gendry’s. They could walk evenly enough between one another now, though the knight was uncertain he could continue in this manner, sidelong glances that could prove dangerous. “Do you know your noble houses? Outside of the knights you smithed for?” He finally asks, wondering if he knew the full extent. The history of Westeros as he’d been taught as a boy. If he knew that he now marched toward Highgarden, toward the Tyrells, toward those who once sieged his presumable family. “Or what we’re known for?”

#hammerwielded #[v: bull in the garden] #I AM SO SLOOOOWOW AND I WANT IT SO BAD THOUGH?

[bywordordeed]

things you should know about lili: SLOW. (now with puppy)

#[the sun has set] #send for halp #and more chew toys!

[bywordordeed]

game of thrones meme » one king/queen | Sansa Stark

#oooooh pretty #[rosewater] #[starkling]

[bywordordeed]

hammerwielded:

@bywordordeed   /    contin.

“ARE ya blushing?” Gendry asks, curiously, still leaning very closely over Loras. “Mh, clearly a man who looks good with a blush on his cheeks” he teases.

“My sweet boy,” Loras grins wide as Gendry sneaks closer, holding his ground. “Would that I could see you blush but once, any suggestions as to how I might accomplish such a task?”

#hammerwielded #OUO #WHAT DID I DO? #[v: bull in the garden]

[bywordordeed]

maimedlion:

                        Listless, his mannerisms upon retiring to the white tower ; long had it lain since last he’d indulged himself to surrender to the cravings of his flesh. Too long, since he’d surrendered himself to the bliss of unconsciousness. Lord Commander. He’d never craved the position, never envied any of whom had held the title, for the responsibilities of which weighed upon their shoulders - and now upon his own.                Made none the easier by the brothers he’d been given while yet held within the enemy’s grasp. The boy - ah, he’d never much cared for the youth, the Tyrell lad’s arrogance all too sharp a reminder, an echo of his former self. All too sure of himself, doubtless it will serve him as poorly as it did I. He’d manage the youth, attempt to steer him in more suitable direction.. for Tommen’s sake, if naught else.                    “Ser Loras, I’ve been told his grace has grown quite fond of you.” Tone soft as the younger knight made his entrance, Jaime hardly glanced up from where his gaze had lain fixed upon the freshly inked page in the white book - it was his responsibility to ensure it remained current in regards to the knights of whom served amongst the Kingsguard. After adding to his own, he’d moved on to this one’s.              Nearly as young as I was, when I’d been given the white cloak. “ If I were to assign one to supervise his sessions with the master of arms, who would you suggest? ”                          Once, he would have done it himself, assisted in the task of instructing the young monarch to defend himself - to live as though the blade were extension of himself, and not simply a tool for the use of killing. No longer. Maimed, he could only fumble with the blade - no matter the training he endured in secrecy. 

                 They were watching one another. Yielding only when forced, and eyeing each other in passing carefully. Each knew too much of the other, very acutely aware of weaknesses, moments, anything that could be collected for use in the near future if it was required of them, refusing to let on. It was a strange pattern, but Loras was becoming accustomed to it, eyes catching his Lord Commander’s entrance quickly now. Hearing heavy padded footsteps long before he saw him in the open air of the terraces of King’s Landing.

                  Now it was more obvious, the mix of contempt and respect they shared for one another. It made Loras feel at ease for moments, reminding him that while the Lannisters were horrid, anything was better than standing alongside Stannis, watching the men who cheered Renly’s death fight for a crown and a title Stannis could never hold. Jaime might be pompous, too proud, and a Lannister, but he was not stone, and the Knight of Flowers imagined it would be a dark day in Westeros when the Kingslayer murdered his own brother.

                   A voice pulled the young Kingsguard from his thoughts, reminding him that letting his mind drift away was behavior considered to be treason under the right circumstances. He hoped this time it would not be. Instead he lingered, listening to the question as it was asked of him. Who would he place alongside the ring with King Tommen? There were a handful of people he could pick from their offerings. He thought of himself first. Put him alongside Tommen and he was certain the boy would wield a sword better than before.

                 “Margaery,” he answered simply enough, his eyes finally focusing on his Lord Commander. “She’s better with a sword than half the guard, and she’ll encourage him to train harder.”

#maimedlion #[v: in kings landing] #lol kourtknee wtf am I doing?

[bywordordeed]

casual reminder that i am a failure at time management and i hate this weekend.

#[the sun has set] #i need to get stuff together today

[bywordordeed]

“devil in the form of a whore”                     -or- “how Loras feels about himself”                 Carry on.

#[the sun has set] #[lol i need to go get coffee and go work on logistics by lorz makes me so happy tbh]

[bywordordeed]

hammerwielded:

GENDRY is not sure what sort of relationship Loras held with the late King Renly but he’s aware that they were at least, as close as brothers could be. So he wonders for the true motives, however. “I don’t doubt your words, Ser” he tells him and grabs his cloak. “But it’s not like you simply could tell you brought a blacksmith with you. Everyone looks at me and knows. How long do ya think does it take until people hear Highgarden has a bastard and how long until somebody tries to get rid of me?” The blacksmith steps closer, facing the other easily, tilting his head, giving him no time to answer. “You’re an odd person. But what to lose, hm? Give me five minutes to catch up my stuff from upstairs and my mare from the stables. I must disappoint you, though. I got no good clothes so you have to be seen with that.” He doesn’t hesitate and disappears upstairs. Gendry pulls up his hood and keeps the bag tight to his shoulders before he saddles the mare. A pretty one, a small gift from a member of brotherhood. He leads her out of the stables and smiles amused. “Ya still got time to change yer mind to invite me to your garden.”

LORAS had wondered if he’d inherited that same sense of morbid curiosity. The same sense of dread as well that had driven Loras to levels of insanity on Renly, yet found useful in Robert. He watch the boy hasten now, babbling a bit even as he took to the stairs and grabbed what belongings he possessed. The boy has been on the run before, the knight can tell, and he takes as little time to regard the questions as he does to saddle and mount his own mare. When Gendry’s hood is drawn, his horse mounted, and his smile bright, Loras hears the final question and it is phrased so similarly it nearly stops his heart. Had it not been Renly who constantly needed his reassurance? To tell him always once more that it would be fine? That their love, no matter how sinful would be worth whatever could be done to them? Loras choked in an attempt to answer, taking a moment to pause and adjust the reins if only to collect himself. “Come, Gendry. Highgarden is perhaps more in need of you than you might imagine. A blacksmith, a bit of humor, and a thundering drum of hope for my family.”

#hammerwielded #[v: to highgarden] #I think I changed the name again OUO #OOPS #ALSO YES OUO

[bywordordeed]

▪️ [if you’d be so kind]

“As always, Lady Sansa, I am most happy to oblige. What favor have you for me this time, Little Wolf?”

#formidablelittlebird #[i yield! Answered] #[v: tbd] #lol we love playing with ALL the Sansa OUO #bby sansa #tough as shit sansa #OUO

[bywordordeed]

Melisandre + ♕ // requested by anonymous

Have you ever slaughtered a lamb, my king?

#[rosewater] #[birth of shadows] #Loras has a v. bad problem with Melisandre and I am so sorry for it :(

[bywordordeed]

“your eyes are gorgeous” ( gendry and trying flirting, act 1 )

“Not half so mesmerizing      as your own, Gendry.”

#hammerwielded #;;answered #OUO #PLEASE FLIRT WITH ALL THE LORZ OUO

[bywordordeed]

(insert drunken confession symbol)

@acharmingbird picked send me ☽ for my muse to drunkenly confess feelings to yours

        He’d only been this drunk twice before. Maybe once. It was hard to recount when he could feel the earth moving in waves beneath him. When he could see a dab of red swirling in with violent blues and something all together beige. And then pure white. He knew it had to be her. The Stark girl his sister spoke of so warmly, recounting her many graces and kindness. How easily she had been tricked into playing a game there was no chance of her winning. He was rather inclined to agree. On a different day.

     “Lad-” it was interrupted by a hiccup. “Lady Sanser!” He exclaimed, his words slurring viciously. His hands took to hers, fingers sloppily intertwining with her slender ones. Too delicate ones. Too feminine. “Suc-ch a beauty. So tra-gic,” he breathes out, against her warm skin, pressing their cheeks together. “I would ha-ave loved to have b-been yours, M-My Lady,” Loras sighs, pressing his lips gently to her cheek and watching a pink blur form beneath it. “In another l-life, perhaps.”

#acharmingbird #[v: main] #[i yield! Answered] #[symbol meme] #lol Loras isn't good at drinking tbh OUO

[bywordordeed]

"i am not your enemy."

     “There are very few who would not proclaim themselves my enemy, and fewer still who would announce such a feat.”

#minussevcn #;;answered #[v: tbd] #KOURTKNEE T.T

[bywordordeed]

#[a rose has its thorns] #olenna is life

[bywordordeed]

dirty levels .

001 . ————- flirting .

“hey gorgeous… is this seat taken?”

“your body looks s o good in this light”

“care to dance? i’ll teach you how hips work”

“how about i get you a drink and you tell me about yourself?”

“here i dreaded going out… and i was lucky enough to meet an angel”

“come closer baby”

“want to come and join me?”

“oh you got a little something there… let me fix it for you”

“your eyes are gorgeous”

“your lips are so beautiful”

“do you come here often?”

“your place or mine?”

002 . ————— behind closed doors.

“oh baby… you’re so hard/wet.”

“kiss me… harder.”

“kiss me — there…”

“please… i need you”

“shut the door — quickly… i can’t wait to fuck you”

“your breasts so beautiful”

“unzip me ~ slowly…”

“hurry up… i’m getting impatient ~”

“how about… i pour champagne down your stomach… and get a little naughty”

“are you a naughty girl/boy?”

“that’s right baby, spread open for me”

“how does it feel? ~ you like that?”

“you’re driving me crazy… ! ”

“keep them on… i like it that way”

“You really know how to make a girl wet…“

“Tell me where you want to touch me first.“

“I can’t wait for you to put it in me.“

003 . ————— in the act .

“Bite my neck and fuck me harder.”

“I want you to cum all over my face.“

“Don’t stop.“

“Fill me up.“

“You like how I fuck you?“

“Cum for me.“

“That’s… s o good —”

“Mmm… please… ”

“G—god, more… more!”

“That’s it — that’s the spot baby!”

#[I yield! I yield!] #Do a thing? OuO #this is where things get tricky...

[bywordordeed]

hammerwielded:

GENDRY remembers all the customers that had come to the shop. It is important to know people so you could give the right advice if they ask for it without hesitation and asking. And you clearly do not forget the famous knights that come over. “I hear that all the time. Why do ya think I am worried about my head?” If he must choose, he prefers to lose his head rather than being burned. He was a worshipper of the Lord of Light as well and he is fully aware of their belief in the power of certain bloodlines. Blue eyes keep watching, being amused without knowing why. “Keep your coins, I just take what my work is worth and well. Believe me, it’s better not. I’m an outlaw.” Gendry is close to adding that he’s not a person anyone wants to be seen with but he stops himself from it.

              At this Loras snorts, wondering how many had truly known the Baratheons well enough to make such a comparison. Perhaps fewer still, when he took into account how many of them had perished in the war or before. “If I make an oath to your safety would you keep them? An outlaw is nothing if not for the coins in his purse, Gendry,” Loras says with a half-veiled smile. He has been outlaw for longer than he remembered, and yet he had half the paranoia of his new friend... if he could be called such. “And we are quite apt to protect those who would call themselves against the crown. The Tyrells believe in creative thinking, rebellious thought, and we also happen to like particularly elaborate armor, if you can’t already tell.”

#hammerwielded #[v: tbd] #omg they are friends now and Loras is gonna hide him away and teach him all the things he knows NOTHING about OUO

[bywordordeed]

@gclden​ | liked for a thing!

                       He remembered the stories well, but seeing the white hair and lilac eyes was still something of a shock to the knight’s system. It looked wholly foreign, and very unlike the sewn wigs of the players he’d seen at Storm’s End. Loras was slow to make his approach, his eyes caught on the features he had heard of in ghost stories and legends alike. “You...” he spoke, his voice faltering one moment before clearing his throat. “I never thought I’d see a Targaryen, and yet you...” he trailed off, uncertain how he was meant to finish such a sentiment of surprise. 

#gclden #I wanted to leave it open! #Thank you for following and for wanting to play with Loras OuO #He loves to play with all the shiny Targaryen but I love Viserys so... OUO