It started as a little… experiment.

Angel and Demon.

You and him.

You hated him. Greatly. And you were very much sure he was not found of your either. After all the pacts of his you broke and all feathers of yours that he plucked out every accidental meeting you both were sure that friendship wouldn’t be something that would bloom between you.

You protected the mortals from his interfering. He brought doom for those you blessed and God it did give him good satisfaction.

You were very much how every mortal would imagine an angel. White wings, bright smile, innocent eyes. Mortals couldn’t see them but as much as you loved your wings that as much Aemond hated showing his real self. The little horns and pointy tail were hidden even from you.

With time hatred turned into banter. Banger into teasing and that’s how it stayed till now.

You walked up the stairs to your apartment, greeting your neighbors with a smile before turning the key in your doors and entering your house.

You almost jumped, wings fluttering at the sight of him staring into your TV like it would be the greatest mystery of all. Slumped on your favorite spot on the couch with glass of whisky — definitely not yours — in hand.

“You know angel, I always did question your fascination with all that… mortal stuff.” He said turning his head to yours lazily