valcarrow:
“dorian—-?” she leaned into his embrace with no complaint, resting her head against his shoulder—-she was still so tired for some reason. “but i—-i saw her, alex, she’s not fine, i—-” she pulled back, eyebrows raised in surprise, “you were there? you’re—-wait, you’re hurt.” she bent slightly to examine the gash on his side with concern, then anger, “who hurt you?! and—-what were you doing there in the first place, alex, you could’ve been KILLED, and i couldn’t—-” cupping his cheek gently for a moment—-not a word usually associated with valeria carrow, but alex ollivander could bring it out of her—-she gave him a searching look, her gaze softening, “you got me out of there, didn’t you? is that why you were there? ….for me?”
“she will be.” at least he hoped that she would be. dorian was stubborn and protective and jacqueline, well, she fought well enough to survive he thought. she’d be okay. “they were headed to st. mungos last that i’ve heard...” alex hesitated before nodding his head, sighing once her attention had been adverted to the injury on his side. carefully, he pushed hid it with his hand, shrugging his shoulders as if he didn’t care. “it doesn’t matter...i’m right here and aside from that little paper cut i’m fine. whether i could have been killed or not, i don’t...” he paused, heart skipping a beat as the look in her eyes turned gentle. alex stuttered, lowering his gaze out of shyness uncharacteristic of him. “i...i guess i didn’t really give it a second thought. -- i mean....dorian and rhys...they needed help too and i, uh-” he wasn’t going to mention that at the very hint of something being wrong at the ball he’d rushed into action, not waiting for anyone because he had to make sure she was okay. “-it just so happened that i saw you...who knows what you would have done--what would have happened if i’d been a little late.”








