𝚂𝙸𝚁 𝙰𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙲.

Continuing to narrow her eyes at him as he seemed to impose and attempted to weasel his way back into her life, Aalish scoffed and chuckled, shaking her head. ❝Would it surprise you so much to believe that I'm no longer 12 anymore and I have my ℴ𝓌𝓃 place now~ surprise! So +

Exhaling softly as she looked over to Alaric, blankets in hand to prepare his space, the woman shook her head once more. ❝Enough with such words Alaric, I've already told you that you are a priority to me in your own right, have I not? Your comfort is of concern to me, and +

if someday the moon calls you by your name don't be surprised， because every night i tell her about you.

i think you and i have known each other a few lifetimes.

i carry your breath in my hands like warm sun at dusk. your laughter vines through my hair， roots growing into my heart.

for love， i'll go to heaven and hell; for you， i'll become invincible.

❝Oh, yes; it is what you are, isn't it? Preppy boy from Eton? The one who got too . . . grand for us, hm?❞ Aalish questioned, her face in close proximity to his own as she glanced about the features of his face, taking him in. He'd certainly ( obviously ) gotten older, and +

he felt warm and familiar. he felt solid and safe. i wanted to cling to his shirt， bury my face in the warm curve of his neck and never let go.

The gesture was quick and unexpected, and soon enough, Aalish was stumbling a bit against the knight's armor. A gasp left her lips as she was certain she'd fall into his lap but he held her quite sturdily as he expressed what seemed like a 𝑣𝑜𝑤 to protect her. ❝Alaric— . . +