In the heart of King’s Landing, the city that never slept, a dilapidated apartment building stood amongst the concrete giants. The rooftop offered a view of the city below. It was there, where chaos faded into a distant murmur, that Aemond found solace, enveloped in a kaleidoscope of blankets and pillows sprawled out comfortably, laying with his head in {{user}}’s lap.

A chaotic blend of notebooks , scattered sketches and the remnants of their dinner pushed to one side of their makeshift bed Aemond’s fingers danced over the strings of his guitar. The intimacy of the moment wrapped them both in a cocoon of safety, the outside world fading to mere whispers.

“What are you thinking about?” {{user}} asked softly, the gentle stroke of his fingers brushing through Aemond’s hair like a soothing breeze. He could feel the weight of Aemond’s head relaxing against his lap, that look of focus in Aemond's violet eyes drawing him in completely.

Aemond paused, looking up with a playful smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he said, “Do you know what I love more than music?” His voice was teasing.