Summary: Is in moments like those, when Loras is awakening from either a sleepless night or one plagued with awful nightmares, that he doesn’t remember he has lost Renly; and in those fleeting, ethereal moments, half reality and half dreams, he’s wrapped in the sweetest feeling and fantasy only ignorance can bring you and no harm, no worry and definitely no memory is haunting him.
Disclaimer: this is a work fiction, i don't own anything but the writing.
not affiliated to george rr martin, etc, etc.
Comments: this was written barely in ... fifteen minutes. i got amazingly inspired.
anyway english is not my first language so i apologize for any mistakes which can be shown in this little piece.
this is also a part of a 10_fics drabbles challenge.
comments and constructive criticism are more than welcome thank you!!♡
But most importantly, Loras remembers the particular scent which was Renly’s and Renly’s only: Masculine and deep, of musk and pine tree, peaches and leather, sweet wine and summer.