ᅠ (⠀ 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 ⠀﹚ stars hide your 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 , 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 ; chance may 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 them , o’ twist of 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 — you’ll 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 when it 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 ... ᅠ

maybe i don't want to be here.

should i go to my mother's?

i don't know, because i'm not.

why would i blow up my marriage and family for no real reason?

it's not your business.

oh my god, alicent.

this is ridiculous. you're making things up.

i'm saying you're the only one that's got a problem so it's you projecting. or something.

you don't need to keep being nosy, @THEIAISMS. laena never went through my phone, y'know. or harwin. it's just you that's paranoid. so ... it's you, not me.

what a terrible thing, at times, to be so completely understood. more often than not it's comforting to know alicent sees him so clearly. but now, watching smoke curl into the air, it's impossible to be anything other than exasperated. "it's just work, alicent. nothing exciting."

"you should care more." leaning in to meet her halfway, lighter sputtering to life and lighting the end of her cigarette and then his. "maybe i just wanted to smoke again. does it have to be bad?"

"they're not here." box is quickly swapped for a lighter, motioning her closer. the least he can do is light it for her. "syrax might judge us a little though. i hope you can live with that."

"want one?" he's tipping a pack of cigarettes towards @THEIAISMS , untouched save for the one hanging out of his mouth. it's difficult to manage to look sheepish given the circumstances, but luckily for him he manages. "i know i quit but this doesn't count."

i know. that's why i said it.

yes, dear.

he's mine but he's not but he is. so it's fine.

well no

i don't. but even if i did i'm taking you out.

you owe me an apology but i'm still taking you out.