#renly.

the bold little boy with wild black hair and laughing eyes was a man grown now, one-and-twenty. look at me, i'm a king.

“Just say what you have to say. I’m listening.” He couldn’t figure out why there was any belief at all that his father was the one to kill Balon Greyjoy. He knew his father, and, while calling him a coward would be harsh, Jon wasn’t the sort to murder someone without being provoked heavily, and, from what Robin had seen early on in the night, Jon had been happily drinking and talking with Robert and his Uncle Ned. Robin hadn’t even began to think that his father was angry that night, let alone incredibly angry with Balon Greyjoy. He found himself dizzy with thought as he awaited Renly’s response, a hand rubbing at the bridge of his nose to try to ease some of that dizziness and hopefully calm himself down.

[text: renly] you wouldn’t know how to take a picture if the camera slapped you in the face.[text: renly] also, just because i’m a film major doesn’t mean i record everything that happens in my life.[text: renly] but it happened. i’m not a liar. are you calling me a liar?

[text: renly] it’s four in the morning and i can’t sleep because of my eyes hurt from looking at screens[text: renly] i need certified baratheon advice on how to go to bed[text: renly] you know because your life is so boring because of you don’t have a boyfriend yet

[text: renly] i mean no one can say that i’m not a whore but[text: renly] are you free tonight? would you want to hook up?[text: renly] i’m bored of the same 10 men i keep seeing from grindr