benjicot blackwood

"ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ, ᴊᴜʀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛɪᴏɴᴇʀ." ʜᴏᴛᴅ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ. ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ #ᴏᴘᴜʟᴇɴᴛ. 1/3 ᴏғ 'ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴅs'. ᴀʟɪᴀs: ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ʙᴇɴ. ʟᴏʀᴅ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴡᴏᴏᴅ. ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ. sʜɪᴘs (ᴍs) — ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ. ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ. ʀᴛ?

|| do I dare, resurface on this account or stay on my daeron?

he can confirm this to be true.

is sharpening the blade of his sword.

is he going to keep gawking or is he going to join him? benjicot, wouldn’t want his friend to keel over from heatstroke .

he’s stripping and taking a swim, in the river. please, do not bother him unless necessary.

he would, but there is many things to do and he would prefer to get the most of it done. before, this heat wave the riverlands is experiencing starts back up again.

|| suddenly feeling a tad insecure about this account …

good morrow, westeros.

yes, sure did.

… the part, about everyone being obsessed with someone’s sex life or the fact that you faceplanted in Harrenhall ten minutes into your arrival?

he is, but yet … he can still hear this disaster.

"ᴛʜᴇɴ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ғᴏᴏʟ..." — ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ʙᴇɴ.

and second, you know what, he does not have the time to deal with any targaryen’s at this very moment.

because, he prefers his peace and quiet when he can get it. which recently, is never.

… why is everyone, discussing the crown prince’s sexual interests? by the old gods, he needs some ale.