Recent content by Sir Alaric

"Pretend?" A feverish light came into Sir Alaric's eyes and he got to a knee before her, clutching her hand in both of his. "My lady, I wanted you from the moment I saw you." Sunfire, but her hand was cold. "I thought..." thought that she had a lord awaiting her, that Alaric's attention...

“I offended you again,” he said sadly. Of course he had, what woman would wish to be rejected so. Gritting his teeth he stood up, back straightening. Fine. Guilt flashed through him. What was honorable? What was the right decision? Did it matter? She’d said she had no lord, that she’d been...

The beat of his heart stumbled at the slow shifting of her legs, at the reveal of pale, flawless skin as smooth as carved marble and as supple as spun silk. He grew keenly aware of the attentive stare she leveled on him with those unnerving amber eyes, too feline and too aware. And when she...

Alaric's eyes could not but fasten on this woman as she sat at the edge of the bed and watched him. The cloak now discarded from her shoulders, nothing but thin night gown covered her and the way it clung to breast and thigh made him look suddenly away with guilt, then back again - for he could...

Alaric chuckled at her words, thinking that Thunder might disagree, though her next whisper stole his thoughts away. The cloak dropped low about her shoulders and his eyes wandered, alas, they did wander. And he could not help the pang of longing and need which followed, for he was but a man...

Alaric frowned. Many years ago? So… how long had she been in this place, this manor, expecting his return? He’d heard of such men, who ran off to start new lives and left their brides or brides to be at home. But surely lord would not leave his estate so… She might be right. She sounded as...

"I would be honored to look at your collection, but perhaps later. After you've rested in your chambers?" She had already been too gracious already and apparently at the cost of her health, for as she said she was unsteady. Perhaps she was sick. That would explain why her touch felt like ice...

The moment of silence felt like a physical blow. Ah. He'd offended her. But nay, then came the reassuring squeeze and her words. Alaric offered a tentative, apologetic smile. He rose to his feet, his frame once more towering over the slight woman. He felt foolish again. Had he truly felt...

Ah. He may have sorely misjudged this situation. She had been nothing but kind to him. Alaric cursed himself silently as he moved quickly to right the cup and staunch the flow of wine on the table with a napkin. 'Twould stain the napkin most like, but nothing could be done for that. Better the...

The way her eyes reflected the candlelight… beautiful and yet unnatural, like will o’ wisps at night. Alaric met those eyes, though his gaze shifted to her arms as she wrapped them about herself. His stare lost some of its sternness. Perhaps… Perhaps he was imagining things. Overthinking due...

"Yes," he replied slowly. "Not here, exactly. But this region, yes. People missing. Bodies drained of blood entire." The woman leaned forward on the table and Alaric could not but linger on her face, so finely fashioned as if a marble statue given life. Her words rang in his mind: among us...

Her fingers curled around the back of his chair and he felt a coldness seeping from them and across his skin. Alaric froze, the food in his mouth tasting like ash. Slowly, he swallowed. She settled in the seat near him, acting lackadaisical. Again his head filled with feline metaphors. "I am...

Alaric followed his nose until he reached the dining room and found Evadne waiting at the end of the table, behind a chair, as if she had been expecting him. Uncanny. Alaric tried to ignore the way her eyes lingered on him. Instead, he looked at the food set out and felt hunger claw at his...

After bathing, exhausted, Alaric dried himself off with a towel. He perused a wardrobe nearby and found a simple white tunic, loose with a slit and laced v at the front common decades ago. Not fashionable now though. Alaric scarcely cared and donned it, along with tan, soft trousers and a pair...

“Thank you,” he murmured again at her departing words, before slipping out of a vambrace. In moments, bits of doffed armor lay strewn about him as if he were a tree in autumn shaking free of its leaves. Greaves and chainmail piled atop each other, the tabard lay folded near the hearth. Last...