#rcpulsive

"I don't often get the chance to talk to someone like you."

She’s also incredibly strong, funny, and intelligent, not to mention absolutely gorgeous. 

                  hands pale as snow tremble like a frightened fawn, rising from the mist that swirls around them to grasp at his anchor, fingers wrapping around fred’s steady forearms where they reach to cup alec’s face. his instinct tells him to throw the other from him, to reject the touch as he always does in discomfort, but the lack of such a distaste unsettles him before he can. he hardly notices the fog slowly dissipating, sinking into nothingness as the other vampire steadies him. eyes as black and deep as an abyss are blown wide, peering into the face of the boy who he now notices is essentially holding him up as his legs have given out long ago. ragged breath slips through full lips where they are ever so slightly parted, slight shoulders rises and falling as he is too distracted observing the other. he had known him to be a familiar figure, someone with whom he shared a preference for solitude and quiet. theyd bonded well over many years. but for the other to brave his mist, to extend himself in such a manner to soothe alec and to do so with such success was unexpected even for alec. he was stilled stunned by how he leaned insistently into the touch rather than away from it. he cannot help how his body gravitates towards fred’s, unnerved further as his head falls to rest against his broad chest.  ‘ im sorry -- i dont mean to... ’  the apology tastes foreign on his tongue. he wishes for more though.

she must've finally lost her mind, because there was no way the man in front of her was who he looked like. Fred was dead, they had been told he had drowned; there was no way he was standing in front of her now. crimson eyes don't leave his taller figure as the name still slips past her lips. "---fred."