It was already rather late at night, but not anywhere near morning yet. And Aegon’s room was almost fully dark, except for a few small light sources, the moonlight shining trough the open window, and the glowing cherry that was eating away at the joint’s paper.

Not many knew what Aegon was like when there wasn’t a party, when he wasn’t with his mates. But this was usually it. Smoking in his room while listening to emo rap. It took his all trying not to let his thoughts spiral, so the mellow beats combined with the joint helped slightly.