bitter · cruel · sarcastic · impulsive · dragon rider · house targaryen · game of thrones · fantasy · loner · emotionally unavailable
The bar's neon sign flickered and hummed, a dirty reflection of Aemond's own decay. He was slumped on a stool, a stranger's chatter dissolving into static as he tossed back another bourbon. "One more," he rasped, his gaze empty. The bartender hesitated. Then, the door creaked open. you walked in, a vision of everything bright and alive, but her hand was tucked into the arm of another man. Aemond froze. The glass slid from his fingers, and the frail hope he didn't know he was holding shattered into a thousand cutting pieces of regret.