#tfalaric

[dianecavanaugh-blog]

Diane parked around the corner at 16:50 and walked the five minutes to Alaric's house, not wishing to be too early. Knocking on the door, she had no gift of baked goods this time. All her bag contained was what she needed; lipstick, keys, purse, nothing of any interest. As she waited, she checked her watch. A little early, but he had said not to be late. Truth be told, Diane was a little bit nervous, but her heavy, smouldering anger masked it almost entirely. This cause was too dear for her, she cared too much, for her to allow something so common as emotion to get in the way. The words of Ms Potts and her own mother echoed in her ears, telling her how exactly to hold herself, how to arrange her face, that she hid her anger and instead appeared determined. 

The door opened, and she nodded at him. "Alaric."

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Diane to Alaric

Diane: Provided you aren't injured this time, we need to talk.

[sally-leanne-morrow]

Mistletoes and Christmas Trees || Sally & Alaric

Sally was use to spending her Christmas alone, as well as New Years... every other holiday for that matter. Her father had never been a warm and loving type of man, and that normally meant him heading to work instead of spending time with his daughter at home. In fact, asking Alaric to spend it with her at her place was probably the first time she'll be with someone for Christmas in a very long time. It was a saddening thought as her hands were busing over the mug of hot chocolate she was making, and if it wasn't for the fact that her head went and began to think about everything he got her, she probably would've ended up upset.

The ginger had never been showered with so many things, and especially never with such a luxurious necklace. She wasn't wearing it at the moment, scared that is she went and placed it on she would manage to break it with her clumsy habits. Taking a sip from her drink, she smiled in complete satisfaction at how wonderful it tasted, her thoughts already shifting as she began to wonder if Alaric enjoyed the gifts she got him for Christmas. She knew for sure that he would definitely love one of them. How she managed to even get herself to go buying that particular gift was another story altogether. Laughing softly at her own train of thoughts the ginger walked into her living room taking a seat on her sofa and turning on the television.

She was extremely comfortable in a pair of jeans, a big warm hoodie, twice her own size, and a hot mug of hot cocoa in her hands. She was about to get herself nice and comfortable, surfing through the channels until it she left it on one of her favorite Christmas movies, when her door bell rang. Placing her mug down, she walked over to her door and opened it, finding Alaric standing in front of her now. A cheerful smile immediately fell over her lips, one she found was always there whenever she saw Alaric. She went up to him, tip-toeing to cover the distance as she placed a soft kiss over his lips.

"Merry Christmas. Glad to see that you came over."  

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Regium + text posts

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[dianecavanaugh-blog]

Building bridges, that was what Diane was doing. She was building bridges, attempting to forge new relationships. And if they be with psychopaths, so be it. Besides, she'd had the burglar alarm replaced, and maybe getting out and doing things that weren't to do with either her children or her work would be good for her. So Diane arrived at the hospital with some home-baked biscuits in a tub, hoping to see Alaric, again.

But no, "I'm sorry, ma'am, Alaric Morrow checked himself out a week ago." "Ah. May I take his address, please?"

Though the young woman at the desk told her it wasn't their policy, Diane managed to get it out of her without too much trouble, with a few sighs.

Off she went, slip of paper in hand, and she soon found the place, much to her delight. It wasn't quite so nice as she'd expected, but that was just the outside; maybe inside would be more palatable. Diane knocked on the door, and waited, a gnawing paranoia in her gut that made her feel sick and giddy.

[sally-leanne-morrow]

Three Rounds and a Sound || Sally & Alaric

The apartment stood heavily silent as Sally passed a comb through her red locks, doing nothing in particular. That thought didn't exactly sit well with her, she hated having nothing to do. It was boring and boredom normally got her into more trouble than anything else did. It was simple really, boredom lead to her getting restless, restless increased her already overtly vivid imagination and curiosity, and that ended up with her doing something that if she would've thought things through, she wouldn't have done. Moral of the story? Sally couldn't be bored.

Getting up from where she was seated, the ginger took a silent look around her apartment thinking of something she could possibly do that could distract her. In fact, there were tons of somethings she could do. She could sew something, watch some television, bake, continue writing that book of hers that she honestly had no interest over, and she could even clean if she wanted to, but the fact of the matter was, Sally didn't want to stay home. She wanted to get out, it was a beautiful night, warm even and she wanted to enjoy that.

As it was, she didn't want to enjoy it alone either. The ginger had plenty of enough years being alone, and at the moment she was having a craving for coffee, particularly a Starbucks coffee, pumpkin spice preferably. Jack, she knew was currently busy with Tiana, Rosalie was always hard to pinpoint, Tod was most likely doing hit-man stuff too, so Sally went and picked up her phone a smile on her lips as it seems that she would have to drag the infamous grumpy Alaric himself. Not that she minded, she always enjoyed his company whenever he was around.

The ginger proceeded in sending a barrage of text messages, of course the first one starting with a hello and the rest following with how he should get a coffee with her because she was really craving one and would love some company adding pleases along the way, until she finally ended with her last one:

The cafe is not even a far walk, and for the trouble I'll even stop by the liquor store and by you a whole bottle of scotch. I mean you're going to end up with a free bottle of scotch so... please?  Say you'll meet me at the cafe? 

With that, Sally waited for a reply already placing on a light jacket and heading out the door.

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One You Saw Too Clearly || Alaric and Diane

In her lunch hour, Diane decided to head to the book shop. It had a café, and was quiet, and she had finished the book she was reading, so she wanted to look around for another. She entered and headed upstairs to the classics section, that was right next to the café. In town, that was the one place she felt she could relax, and it was only five minutes from the office.

Diane picked up a book, read the blurb, put it down. Then she saw a gentleman stood near by her, and happened to glance at what he was stood reading. "Oh, I adore that book," she said to him, smiling. "Definitely worth a read."