Alaric’s gaze flickered briefly to the belt and then back to Deyran, his eyebrow arching in playful acknowledgment. A small, wicked grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he let out a laugh, the sound rich and low.
He gave Deyran a once-over, eyes lingering on the half-open shirt, the scars, and the easy confidence that poured off him in waves. It was a sight that could make anyone forget their own name, but Alaric’s smile held more than admiration—it held understanding, respect for the stories told in each mark and the bravado that hid the deeper wounds.
With that, he strode toward the door, a mischievous challenge written across his face, ready to follow Deyran wherever this night might lead.
@Deyran
Oh, I see how it is,he drawled, eyes never leaving Deyran as he rose with a practiced grace.
Leaving little mementos behind, are we? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re trying to make sure there’s a reason to return.
He gave Deyran a once-over, eyes lingering on the half-open shirt, the scars, and the easy confidence that poured off him in waves. It was a sight that could make anyone forget their own name, but Alaric’s smile held more than admiration—it held understanding, respect for the stories told in each mark and the bravado that hid the deeper wounds.
Alright then, hero,Alaric said, a hint of warmth beneath the teasing lilt of his voice.
Lead the way. But just so you know, wherever we go, I fully expect to be entertained. And maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll share a story or two of my own. They don’t call me dramatic for nothing, after all.
With that, he strode toward the door, a mischievous challenge written across his face, ready to follow Deyran wherever this night might lead.
@Deyran
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