( His thumb begins to trace circles, though, clearly willing to keep things weird enough.
If he's honest, there's always been a deeper connection with Alaric, one that goes beyond the Andie's and the Rose's. He loves him. Always freakin has. Don't ask how hurt he was when Alaric hated him after that time he'd snapped his neck. Until he'd apologized.
Alaric and him had something. Right now, especially. Have. )
No, Alaric. Your fingers aren't draining my life out of me. I'm no closer to desiccation.
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( His thumb begins to trace circles, though, clearly willing to keep things weird enough.
If he's honest, there's always been a deeper connection with Alaric, one that goes beyond the Andie's and the Rose's. He loves him. Always freakin has. Don't ask how hurt he was when Alaric hated him after that time he'd snapped his neck. Until he'd apologized.
Alaric and him had something. Right now, especially. Have. )
No, Alaric. Your fingers aren't draining my life out of me. I'm no closer to desiccation.