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[impeaches]

For those that are unaware of me, my name is Renly Baratheon. Times have been trying of late, I believe, and we have all been suffering ills that there are few words best to describe. It is for this that I would desire to offer myself as a helping hand or soothing ear for all that desire it or have found themselves lost or without an ally to aid in soothing their turmoiled emotions. You may find me through this network or in my rooms in the castle; the marking of a stag is upon my door and you will be greeted by my fawn, Laurel. I doubt it will be hard to miss.

[ And now for the main point of his post:

LOCKED TO: SANSA, ARYA, MARGAERY, JON, GENDRY. ]

My dear friends and kin; I would hope that I could meet you all sometime in the near future, once your own missions and duties are attended to. I have brought gifts for you all that I would like to pass on as soon as matters are in hand. I would also wish to hear more of the fate of Ned Stark. You have my thanks.

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[impeaches]

You flatter me, lady Stark. I am sure we both might think of a man more handsome than even me.

[ how he longs for loras. longs for him, like a pang in his chest. ]

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[steeledskin]

Nearly as, perhaps. Or equal to. The more I think on it the more I cannot help but see how the pair of you were drawn together--

[ it isn't a question of tradition. or nature. or even appropriateness. she's come merely to accept and rejoice in the notion of beauty loving beauty. because at least it meant that one thing in this world was not ugly or treacherous. ]

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[impeaches]

I am unused to speaking of it aloud, but I can attest that it was more than just his beauty that made me wish for him. He had a kindness in his heart that none shall ever compare to.

[ It is strange, he thinks, to speak of his relationship with Loras aloud at all -but this is not speech, this is the word written in privacy that none will dare touch. It is almost freeing. ]

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[steeledskin]

[ and it is strange to so wholly embrace something so...unlikely. unthought of. but along with her acceptance of beauty stirs the understanding that whatever love passed between loras and renly must have been more meet and right than a betrothed who would order his knights to beat upon his wife-to-be. their odd love must be more natural than the violence she'd endured. ]

I believe he may be the last decent man in the whole Kingsguard, my lord.

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[impeaches]

I daresay he may be one of the few good men remaining in Westeros. Loras Tyrell was more than simply the Knight of Flowers, a son of Summer. He was the sun itself, Sansa. I only wish he was still here so that you might get to know his true heart.

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[steeledskin]

I will settle for your stories, Lord Renly. Should you ever want to share them.

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[impeaches]

Perhaps one day. One day soon, I am sure.

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[steeledskin]

Mayhaps when we meet again in Cothromach? You will come, won't you?

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[impeaches]

If you wish it of me, my lady, I wouldn't hesitate tos ay no.

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[steeledskin]

My invitation to you will be one of the very first orders of business once I have returned there.

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[impeaches]

Your kindness is a gift indeed, lady Stark, and most welcome.

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[steeledskin]

It is a strange city. Underground.

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[impeaches]

It sounds fascinating. I would be joyed to travel to you, if you allow it.

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[steeledskin]

Certainly, I allow it! I would insist upon it, if I thought my insistence meant anything at all.

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[impeaches]

Your insistence holds great meaning to me, my lady, please do not think otherwise.

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[steeledskin]

And if there is any one thing that Cothromach can do for you--

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[impeaches]

I will fall to a knee and ask you to offer me your generosity, my lady.

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[steeledskin]

You would call us friends-- [ or conspirators, at least. ] And I would therefore never ask for you to kneel.

[ only keep her secrets and supply her with fair warning. ]

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[impeaches]

A friend and ward both, though I think that I might be warded to you, given our changing roles. It would be an honour to be at your side, my lady, and offer you whatever aid my knowledge can give.