Criston Cole was like yeah for sure babe I know you let's run away and eat fruit and be poor commoners. Meanwhile Rhaenyra, who wants nothing more than to be an infamous queen with a platinum blonde silk press, is looking up in the sky for Caraxes and Daemon. You don't know her at all you fucking dweeb.
casual intimacy kills me every time. grand gestures are cute and all but seeing two people who are just totally comfortable with having each other in their space, who dont think twice about leaning into each other and thoughtlessly holding each other while doing unrelated things….. thats love
most of the time everything sucks but when the sky is blanketed in dark blue-grey clouds after heavy raining and the sun starts to peek through the clouds so that the tops of trees glint pale green and every white structure is starkly, blindingly silhouetted against the sky i’m ok.