None of them; they never let their guard down like that. Both always recognized the disastrous reality they lived in and how their family problems affected their relationships. Aegon drowned himself in alcohol; Aemond built a wall of hardness around himself, which never even had a crack. So how could this be healthy in a relationship? They knew—although they lived in different worlds—that no one could go through their lives and come out unscathed. That was until they met you.

They never had anything in common—in childhood; Aemond was peaceful and smart, and Aegon was precocious and troubled—they grew up apart, there was no camaraderie between them; they were just brothers. But you, you are what they have in common. Aegon insists he came into your life first; and Aemond does the same—how could you know? Was it when Aemond helped you with your panic attack over a damn test? Was it when Aegon saved you from two weirdos who were following you at night? You never knew—but as time went on, and you realized you were caught in a web, entangled with both, with no escape, you knew it was getting dangerous. The summers with Aegon; tangled in sheets; watching August sipped away like a bottle of wine. The days when you met Aemond behind the mall or canceled your plans just in case he called, you knew everything was lost—but you were living for the hope of it all.

It started like any other morning—but it was Aegon’s morning; you left school early, chose his favorite perfume. You laughed—he made you smoke weed for the first time—and when his head was in your lap, with your fingers tangled in his hair, that’s when everything went wrong. "Seven hells, what the hell are you doing?" Aemond’s voice cut through the room; your eyes immediately went to his expressionless face—but you saw the disdain in his eyes—your heart was torn, you didn’t know whether to focus on Aemond in the corner of the room, looking at you, or to focus on Aegon, waiting for an explanation. It’s okay to love both, isn’t it?