stars on his skin (on indefinite hiatus)

silentcigarette-archive:

Send 😪 for my muse’s reaction to your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.

…On one hand, this is his son’s boyfriend.

On the other hand, this is his beautiful, too good for this world son’s boyfriend.

Rocinante promptly shoves the Whitebeard Commander off his lap.