Do you wonder if he ever gets tired of being handsome? Doesn’t it get exhausting? Like, does he ever wake up and go, “I still look a young Richard the Lionheart? Ugh.” Because it must suck to not be able to exist without spontaneously turning someone somewhere on.
I mean, he’s in a battlefield. Smeared in blood.
Surrounded by bodies. Dead, bloody bodies.
But did I even register that? Was I even aware of this when I hit reblog? Or did I just go, “God…your eyes are so blue.”