[Video] Locked to Seelie

[dyingisnotdead]

[Loras looks like the very last thing he wishes to be doing, right now, is to be talking into the locket.

But he has to do this. He can grieve alone. That is what he has always done. And with the last person who truly knew him gone... it is what he must do.]

Lady Sansa Stark is gone.

We have searched the Cothromach, and found her shard.

[He presses his lips together, and apparently finding some steel in his spine, sits up straighter.]

The fate of the Cothromach in her absence will no doubt be decided by others greater than myself. But as one of her right hands, I assure you that I will do my best to protect those who live and visit here until a decision has been made.

[He believes that is what Sansa would have wanted; but this is not what he has ever trained for. He is a fighter, a knight, not a leader. He isn't Renly, he isn't Margaery. But he'll try, for now, until someone else comes to take her place.]

For those of you who do not know, I am Ser Loras Tyrell, former Lord Commander of the Rainbow Guard and the keeper of one of the white towers.

If any of you need anything, or wish to discuss the loss of Lady Stark, I will be in the Cothromach until further notice.

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[Loras has to give a bit of a laugh.]

Oh we might be a disaster together, then.

Bringing down everyone in our presence.

[A beat.]

I'd love to drink with you, Cullen.

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[detoxifying]

Oh, I'm sure it won't be nearly as bad as either of us expect it to be.

[ Or it might be worse. But, for just one moment, let him try to be optimistic. ]

I'm glad. Perhaps... if you feel up to it, you might tell me some tales of your world.

[ For, there were surely happier times for the man somewhere. ]

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Well, let us hope so, for everyone else's sake.

[A sad, small smile.]

If you want that, then I'll tell you the beginning and middle to my tales.

[Because the endings have been so terrible.]

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[detoxifying]

And I would be happy to hear them.

[ The opposite was perhaps true in Cullen's experience... at least before arriving here.

Now, there was a thought. ]

Perhaps I could tell you the end of mine, and we might find ourselves with a halfway decent story.

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One that we can say is ours and tell over drinks to all new people, without them ever knowing the lie, perhaps.

[A little laugh, there.]