| Now available in three flavours. cc/ ARTHUR // parody. inactive., ASHARA DAYNE..

| Slowly phasing back into roleplay through memes and shitposting: yes.

Picks a strand of his silver hair between his fingers. Huh ... caveman ...

"I love you too, dearest." "Arya, get your ass over here and tell me what's going on."

Watches as she comes sliding to him. "I had a good night's sleep, thank you. Flattery will get you nowhere, however," just to establish this beforehand. "Now, Arthur said you mean to tell me something?"

Slowly arching one of his eyebrows. " ... I see. Am I right to assume you want to apologise for the goat incident?"

Rhaegar barely notices being lifted until he's met by the warmth radiating off Arthur's chest, thus blinking up softly at his husband. "Is it that late already? Oh my."

It used to be Arthur and Viserys having odd conversations on the daily, now it's Arthur and Arya. Which begs the question, when is she gonna start paying rent? Mm.

Because Rhaegar has grown reclusive.

... he's not falling for that shtick. Not today, Stranger.

"Ah—" Trained is one way to put it. Thoughtful and supportive come to mind as well. Smiling against his lips, Rhaegar leans up to return the kiss, his previous reading material now quickly forgotten.

The audacity he has to appear shirtless before him when Rhaegar really looked forward to undressing Arthur himself. Pff—

In that case, the time has come for Rhaegar to track and hunt down this supposedly so sad, lonely and shirtless man he's married to. ( ... and rip his remaining clothes off. )

His eyes squint beneath the softness of kisses as it smooths all over his face. "Away to Dorne, preferably. I refuse to spend our anniversary here, dearest. I want you all to myself."

Peeks in —— actually, no, fuck that. He’s gonna go hide in the bedroom again. The social anxiety is strong in Rhaegar.

Sorry Ash, he’s still processing his trauma from last summer. One step at a time.

Sends a late night text to 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒. 𝐁𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐘 𝐁.. 💬 Doc said I might be able to go out again next week. 💬 That’s your chance to hang out with your bitch-ass cousin for the first time in almost a year. 💬 What do you say, Bobby?

... cautiously pokes his head into the living room. “Still a recovered addict, Ash. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”