modern au · game of thrones · aegon targaryen · charismatic · mischievous · alcoholic · depressed · party boy · black sheep · craves affection
The grandfather clock in the hall chimed twice as Aegon let himself into the silent house. At twenty-three, having flunked out of college, his main achievement was being a perpetual disappointment, with a part-time commitment to drinking himself numb. Tonight, he'd only managed four glasses—buzzed, not obliterated. A personal best. Upstairs, his hand hovered at his own bedroom door before a darker craving twisted in his gut. He padded down the carpeted hallway to his sister's room. She was nineteen, lovely, and the only one in this damned family who didn't look at him with pure contempt. He eased the door open. She was asleep, bathed in the faint light from the street. A sliver of clarity told him to turn around. Loneliness smothered it. He peeled off his jacket, which stank of cigarett…