#alvcro

[drowandruil]

who? @alvcro where? near the dance floor

Andruil is tapping her foot at the rhythm of the music, swaying at the sound of the music and looking at the dance floor with inexplicable yearning, when she catches the glimpse of her coworker. For a moment, she just stares, feeling as if the light is suddenly too bright as her chest swells with fondness. Something isn't quite right int his picture, but she is not sure what. She can't put a finger on it, but the feeling persists as she leaves her place and walks towards Alvaro with determination. Whatever it might be, surely the feeling will leave with time. The night it's too wonderful to waste time worrying on nonsense.

"Teach me how to dance, sugarplum," she demands, a grin on her face as she gestures at the dance floor. "I didn't get time to underground, but I feel like this is something I should know. So. Teach me. You are old enough that if you don't know it might be kind of sad."

[drowandruil]

who? @alvcro where? Rome when? day 9 notes: kiss or kill <3

Distractions on the battlefield are lethal, she knows, but despite her best attempts to keep her focus on the battle, Andruil's thoughts kept wandering back to the demon. Maddeningly, no matter how many times she tries to focus the violence and bloodshed all around her, she cannot help but stop and wonder. He had left just like that, not a word said, disappearing into the air without any warning or explanation. Needless to say, that fucking pissed her off. She had wanted nothing to do with him, the nightmares of her time under the mindflayers flaring up at the thought that she only wanted the memory of who she had been— But. But his apology had been so sincere. And he had left, kept his promise. If she had been just another replacement, there wouldn't be any need for him to keep his promise.

So yes, maybe she had wanted to see him again after she realized that maybe he also cared about her as she is rather than who she was. And yet— And yet the motherfucker had disappeared into thin air.

Needless to say, as soon as she caught a glimpse of the demon within the chaos that the battlefield had become, her feet had moved without her prompting. She finds herself in front of Alvaro before she realizes, actions imitating their last encounter as she grabs his collar and drags him to the nearest alleyway to get some coverage while they talk.

"Next time, give me a way to contact you so I can fucking tell you I am sorry, alright?"

[drowandruil]

who? @alvcro​

where? andruil & alvaro’s apartment

notes: *chanting* sex education part 1, sex educatioN SEX EDUCATION!!!

It’s odd to enter their shared apartment and find it silent and dark. Alvaro isn’t on the kitchen as usual, attempting to cook recipes beyond his skill level, or watching TV and trying to figure out mortal contexts, or even on the kitchen table with his laptop googling whatever the brunch bottom squard said next. That alone makes her wary, and Andruil doesn’t turn the lights on as she closes and locks the door behind her as she walks deeper into their apartment, her steps too quiet to be noticed and paying attention to her surroundings. Alvaro’s room is her first destination, and she almost relaxes when she hears muffled sounds through the closed door, but then a quiet whine reaches her through the door and she stops, blinking slowly as her brain struggles to comprehend what she heard. That was not a whine of pain — Another whine reaches her ears, and her hand is on the doorknob before she realizes, her shadow sword held loosely on the other as she opens the door slowly, only to freeze at the sight before her.

[drowandruil]

who? @alvcro where? their apartment, above grazie a brunch notes: as i am typing this, idk where this is going

It's been bugging her, an irritating itch she can't scratch. His words haunt her after the magic dissolves, after the masquerade ends with Ayi'ig triumphing once more, demonstrating that there is no escaping Lloth's reach. There is no escaping the darkness that haunts her every day, the darkness that forces her awake in the middle of the night as she tries to breathe through the panic that came with the memories. It distracts her, the panic choking at her chest that had accompanied her ever since she had witnesses Meryasek's death. Distracts her enough that she doesn't pay attention to the slow aches spreading through her body, the aching throat and the coughs. Panic drives her to push herself further and further, fighting through the growing sickness as she helps secure the forest.

Andruil stays in the forest for over a week, working until she feels like she is going to drop, and only then she heads back home. The memory of their conversation in the masquerade crashing back, and spurring her to slam the door to the apartment closed behind her as she stalks closer to Alvaro. She feels lightheaded, and she thinks it's the anger, not the sickness she has been ignoring her, that has been weakening her for over a week. Without waiting for a greeting, she crosses the room towards him and slams him against the wall.

"I keep my door locked when I sleep. How did you know I snore?"

[archeolcgist]

who? @alvcro where? grazie a brunch notes: doing the randomize top songs thing and got strut by emeline

"You know, I am tad offended that I had to find out you are back because of rumors and not because you sent me a letter or something," Evy sighs dramatically as she looks at Alvaro from her sit and pouts exaggeratedly before her lips spread into a fond grin. She had missed the demon, and she is glad that he was summoned sooner rather than later. Once she had regained all her memories, she had tried to summon him, and when he hadn't answered, she had worried for his fate. To see him alive, and owning a restaurant, it's a relief. "Just because of that, you need to sit down and tell me how you have been. And I can do the same in exchange. Come on, let me give you some of my money."

[adriiicns]

closed starter for @alvcro

“ brendon. regresa aquí! now. ” the pr manager called out, muttering a string of unmentionables under his breath as he took off over the toddler who had momentarily and apparently decided to have an absolute mind of his own. adrian had known that the days of reckless independence and refusal to listen were soon to be upon him, but he hadn’t expected them to hit quite like this. in the middle of chasing after his son, however, he found himself nearly running into someone. “ fuck. lo siento, i’m so sorry. ” he apologized quickly, reaching to grab his son’s hand, not quite looking up to see who he’d nearly run over just yet. 

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