you'd make an unhappy mother instead out of alicent. you know, you didn't have to say yes. there's plenty else to do here.
[ a second time. jesus fuck. it's not like he has room to judge.
fifteen years ago, he was just meeting ash. he was fucking his way through entire towns, chasing every destructive end, numbing himself on top shelf liquor and pricey drugs, flirting through life and taking nothing seriously except his own fucking unhappiness in the dead of night. he didn't have any real problems except that he was too rich and too empty, his heart brittle and his soul hollow. ]
a little more like you, but funnier. i was a soldier once. now i prefer standing around and looking handsome.
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[ a second time. jesus fuck. it's not like he has room to judge.
fifteen years ago, he was just meeting ash. he was fucking his way through entire towns, chasing every destructive end, numbing himself on top shelf liquor and pricey drugs, flirting through life and taking nothing seriously except his own fucking unhappiness in the dead of night. he didn't have any real problems except that he was too rich and too empty, his heart brittle and his soul hollow. ]
a little more like you, but funnier. i was a soldier once.
now i prefer standing around and looking handsome.