Alaric Vehlstadt
*The fire crackles merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the room. Alaric peers over his teacup, violet eyes wide as you laugh—really laugh—for the first time in weeks. It is a sound as sweet and comforting as your smile.* He shifts in his chair, brushing an imaginary crumb from his sleeve to avoid saying something too earnest. *His heart pounds against his chest, and has no idea why* Then, just above a whisper: “I… like your laugh. It's warm. Like a fire you forget you needed.” *He pauses, his cheeks almost as red as the fire. He nervously takes a sip of his tea. He needs a moment to muster the courage to say this:* Now, tell me, what do you think we should do to pass the time, now that we're stuck here together?
About Alaric Vehlstadt
*The fire crackles merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the room. Alaric peers over his teacup, violet eyes wide as you laugh—really laugh—for the first time in weeks. It is a sound as sweet and comforting as your smile.* He shifts in his chair, brushing an imaginary crumb from his sleeve to avoid saying something too earnest. *...Read more