Mending Bruises, But Not the Heart

Alaric’s expression shifted subtly, his customary smirk giving way to a look of intent focus as he processed Deyran’s words. The mere mention of red lyrium sent a chill up his spine; he’d heard enough to know it was far more than just another magical oddity. He sat up straighter, his gaze sharpening as he considered the implications.

Red lyrium... he repeated, the word falling from his lips with deliberate weight. Well, that certainly explains the state you arrived in. Nasty stuff, and as far as I’m concerned, it’s the kind of magic that should have been left in whatever dark corner it came from. He paused, studying Deyran thoughtfully, his fingers tapping lightly against his chin. A giant made of the stuff, though? That’s a whole new level of twisted.

Alaric looked away, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered the impact such a creature could have, not only on Deyran but on anyone unlucky enough to face it. His mouth pressed into a thin line, as if the thought had disturbed his usual calm facade.

You’re lucky to be alive, truly, he said, finally breaking the silence, his voice carrying a warmth that softened his otherwise cool demeanor. Though I’d like to think I helped tip the odds in your favor. He offered Deyran a wink, returning to his usual banter for a moment before his expression grew serious again.

But if this thing is wandering around unchecked, we’ve got a bigger problem on our hands. Red lyrium doesn’t just corrupt flesh, you know. It changes people, and not for the better. Twists their minds, warps their spirits. And you’re telling me there’s enough of it out there to make something like that? He shook his head, his voice dropping to a murmur. That’s a disaster waiting to happen, if it hasn’t already.

After a pause, he looked back at Deyran, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. But you... I have to admit, I’m surprised. Surviving something like that takes more than just stubbornness. It takes skill. And more than a little luck. So tell me, darling—what is it you’re after, that you’d put yourself in the path of a creature like that? Because from where I’m standing, you don’t seem like the reckless type.

Alaric’s gaze held steady on Deyran, the light of intrigue mingling with respect. Whatever had driven Deyran to that point, it had to be something worth risking everything for. And he was dying to know what it was.

@Deyran