Recent content by Alaric Wulf

She took his hand between hers and he looked down at her, he had never seen this side of her before. Yes she had been a source of comfort in the past, but not sweet and intimate like this. It was new, and it made him care for her even more. He had no clue she had looked at him like that as...

Oh boy, this just kept getting better. Alaric ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes searching for an escape route. Finding none, and preferring not to be a coward, he downed his drink instead. Her voice was soft though, and he found his eyes meeting hers briefly. She had affected a...

Uh oh. Alaric could feel the air get sucked out of him, utterly deflated from the high he had just experienced. He had upset her, he hadn't meant to, but that seems to be what he had done. She was even making an excuse for him. He was internally beating himself up now, he had messed up. He knew...

He bare;y registered the missteps on his poor toes, so in the moment was he. Alaric was still dumbfounded that he had actually had the courage to kiss her in the first place, let alone for her lips to seek his in return. He felt like he was floating on a cloud, he had no thoughts between his...

Alaric was deaf to the pleas of his friend, there was a quiet and steady determination in his eyes as he pulled her in close. He looked down at her quietly for a moment, appreciating the blush of her cheeks. It matched the color of the rose that so prettily accented her hair. He swept her...

Saskia leaned on his shoulder as the walked, her arm wrapped in his. He wished that they could be close like this always. Saskia was fickle, though, and he knew better than to keep his hopes up. He looked down at her, glad his mask hid the bulk of the heat on his cheeks. He had used this...

Saskia and Roki sure seemed like two peas in a pod, and Alaric shifted uneasily as he waited to proceed further into the crowd. It seemed that Roki had plans, which soothed the ire in Alaric. He had wanted to spend some time alone with Saskia, it was a festival of love..and well, Alaric thought...

Saskia pulled Roki along, trapping both of them in her grasp. She was finally getting excited, despite her earlier trepidation. Good. He walked beside her quietly, letting her turn and twist them through the crowd as her eyes lit up the world. The only thing that captured his attention in terms...

Alaric quietly let Saskia vent, knowing he might get smacked if he interrupted the fountain of emotion pouring from her lips. Instead, he appraised her costume in his mind, taking in the details, and admiring how absolutely stunning his friend looked. How she had avoided being swooped up by...

"Oh come on Saskia, you are always pushing for me to do new things. I ask you to participate once and you lock yourself away and pout." Alaric sighed, pressing his shoulder into the doorframe as he rapped upon her door once more. His hands were covered in a dark blue satin, his suite matching...

Oliver had reached Alaric, in time to wrench the boy aside to safety. The sword had been recovered, the blade singing through the night air as Oliver wielded it efficiently. Gasps left the mouth of Alaric as he still tried to recover from the fear, and the panic that had sent adrenaline pulsing...

Saskia was if one thing, persistent. He was taller, stronger, and stubborn, but she was determined. He followed her with little resistance, for what was the point in fighting the inevitable. Though the two were fairly inseparable, it seemed that neither one really understood how truly important...

Alaric was trapped by the arm of his best and only friend. Now linked, he knew there was no easy escape, though the mead had started to work magic on the solemn man. he could feel a lazy grin tug at his lips, though he knew not what caused it. He felt a sense of peace, side by side with someone...

Alaric all but growled at Saskia, shielding his eyes from her as she continued to embarrass him. Yeah, she was his best and only friend, but sometimes she was a real pain in the neck. He grabbed another mug, swallowing the sweet contents as he looked up at her with a glare. He would find no...

Alaric saw the smile, instantly regretting what had led him to this moment. He pressed the mug to his lips, drinking as quickly as he could, trying to ignore the smaller girl clambering the table the sat at. He looked over his mug as she shouted out to the crowd, and he could feel his entire...