Gifts to Spare
@fallenstarisms
Alrick’s little deals and games often resulted in him getting just what he wanted. When they didn’t, he usually threw some sort of tantrum - a vampyre version of a tantrum, anyway. Even as a child, way back in the day, he hadn’t been good at dealing with threats or disappointment. It was probably why power and money suited him so well. Still, there were some things that his money couldn’t buy him....and there were some angering situations his power brought upon him.
Which was why as he stood downstairs in the Candy Shop, his insides felt so twisted. He had a gift in his arms - wrapped in an ornate box that screamed ‘Hightown’ and a smile on his face, but his mind was far off. He had come bearing good news (or at least, it was good news to him), but that wasn’t the only thing on his mind. If he spoke of everything that concerned the Lolly he was there to visit, the conversation surely wouldn’t be exclusively celebratory.
When he saw a flash of her hair, Alrick straightened, the smile on his lips widening. “I come bearing gifts,” he called loftily, ignoring the way the early afternoon security guard glanced his way. “In more ways than one.”