Alaric chuckled softly, the sound a balm to the heavy atmosphere. He cupped Rosalie’s cheek with one hand, tilting her face up slightly so their eyes met, his expression a mix of affection and his trademark mischief.
He stepped back slightly, though his hand lingered briefly on her shoulder, as though anchoring her.
Alaric’s gaze grew thoughtful, and he folded his arms across his chest, tilting his head.
With a sweeping gesture, he moved toward a nearby chair and sank into it, the dramatic flair of his motion belying his underlying exhaustion from the journey.
He grinned, his tone breezy but his eyes searching hers for an answer.
@Rosalie Rutherford
Rosalie, my dear, if you think I could ever be “just visiting” in a time like this, you clearly underestimate my fondness for you—and my ability to meddle. I set aside some time, and besides there’s someone in Denerim I’ve been seeing lately, and West Hills is just a hop skip and a jump away from there.His voice was light, teasing, but under the levity lay an unshakable sincerity.
I’m here for you, darling. For as long as you need me. And don’t you worry—I’ll make myself useful while I’m at it.
He stepped back slightly, though his hand lingered briefly on her shoulder, as though anchoring her.
As for Lucien, you’ve already given him more than most could manage in your position. He has you—brilliant, resourceful you. And if there’s anything you can’t provide, well, that’s where I step in. I’ve always wanted to practice my storytelling skills. Who better than a little one to enthrall with tales of adventure and heroics?He winked, his humor an intentional counterpoint to her worries.
Alaric’s gaze grew thoughtful, and he folded his arms across his chest, tilting his head.
A wet nurse, though—that’s a practical solution, and you know how rare it is for me to resist something so utterly sensible. We’ll ensure you’re not stretched so thin, Rosalie. Between the two of us, we’ll manage everything Lucien needs, so you can focus on healing—not just others, but yourself.
With a sweeping gesture, he moved toward a nearby chair and sank into it, the dramatic flair of his motion belying his underlying exhaustion from the journey.
Now, tell me more about what you need. What’s been weighing on you most? Or—better yet—what can I take off your plate entirely?
He grinned, his tone breezy but his eyes searching hers for an answer.
Consider me at your disposal, my dear. Let’s make this chaos a little more livable, shall we?
@Rosalie Rutherford
11-18-2024, 10:51 AM