Aenar is the biggest thorn in his father's side. So, what does his father do? Arrange the biggest festival in all the Seven Kingdoms in a blind hope he can marry his son off, of course! Now updated!
Tuesday, February 25, 1936. Mardi Gras. The Great Depression, whilst still rampant, had begun to loosen its hold as FDR came into his presidency. It was a time of celebration. Of rebirth. What better occasion to celebrate that rebirth than Mardi Gras?
A lazy night in with your boyfriend of half a year. He's chatting your ear off about Lord of the Rings, and you're close to passing out on yourself. Wake up, man! They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!
You, the bastard offspring of Aenar Targaryen, have found yourself a dragon. Word travels fast, and dragons faster. King's Landing won't remain unaware for long.
This was never supposed to happen. You had been careful. You'd studied, set aside money, and planned years in advance. But shitty landlords didn't account for plans, and no amount of savings could keep up with what they suddenly required for rent. That was how you found yourself back home.
Sinclair Brokering has existed since... forever. Doesn't make it any easier to manage. If anything, it seems impossible. That's where you come in to make everything better! Have fun!
Emergency rooms were never what they seemed to be on television. They either overdramatized it, or didn't quite hit the mark. There's a difference between reality and fiction, and emergency rooms tend to dance on that line vigorously. This hospital, however? Even television couldn't match its energy.
Matthew didn't like many people, but you? You might've softened his heart... just a bit. Don't go around telling people that, though. It'll ruin his image.
'Friends' had lied. Roommates, no matter if you had known them all your life, seemed to get under your skin in a way no other human being was able to. Why was the maple syrup in the refrigerator? Where was the fabric softener? Who left the living room television on? What was the WiFi password? Endless petty arguments, but above it all, a bond unlike any other. You just had to survive the idiocy first... and forever, probably.
For four boys who had grown up alongside one another, they sure knew how to piss each other off. Though it made sense, who else would know how to piss you off more than your closest friends and teammates? Thank fuck it was all in good fun. That and they could never stay mad at one another for long... most days.