#Ꮺ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 : alaric r.

[fairiewines]

highly unusual to the point of discomfort, alaric had found himself reminiscing about that fateful night. he didn't dwell on the pompous guests who practically drooled across his finely tailored clothing as they spoke to him, nor the overly friendly companions of said men. it was them. a conversation that had lasted for less than it should had been stuck inside his mind with seemingly a magic he had never encountered before -- in the midst of a sleepless night he had wondered if nissa had actually performed some taboo spell upon their meeting. the fact of the matter was, they were alike. if he was experiencing such mental roadblocks and distracting thoughts then she had to be familiar with them also. it was merely a matter of time before one acted upon it.

when one is accustomed to sleepless nights it doesn't seem like such a high price to pay, remaining awake until the wax on the candles beside him melt to cover the fine table beneath it. spotting their shadow was akin to a bolt of lightening racing up his spine, a reward for countless nights of patience. politely the high lord waited for the grand entrance -- or the sneaky nissa version of one. "perhaps you should have entered through the front doors, save yourself the hassle?", announced in the silence between them, thick with something he refused to acknowledge. "and i hope you didn't break that window you slid through, sneaky little thing."

closed starter for @fairiewines !

there hadn't been a moment or a motive that passed that wasn't consumed by thoughts of him, the high lord who's forbidden desire trickled into their every move since they'd parted. thoughts which were only diabolically pushed by her family back home as they questioned the progress she'd made to infiltrate his court, and the endless planning regarding their next play. if only they knew she was already one step ahead of them, thankful for effortless shields lest they discover not all of her opinions were shared any longer. a full moon cycle had passed before nissa dared make a move, though, or their eagerness might outweigh their secrets. it was easier than she'd predicted, the trek to his estate, almost too easy. or perhaps she simply knew how to evade his precautions better than most. a cocky smirk dusted across their face, not wiping it clean as they snuck through a loose window, knowing that despite their similar minds, it was much too preemptive to even feel an ounce of success. for, as soon as nissa has made it inside and rounded a few, memorized corners, a curse fell from their lips as they came face to face with the fae she had been hoping to avoid.