thisismybar | Elijah

He'd hesitated, but he'd actually, eventually, bucked up and called Elijah to see if there was any news about the cave. He wasn't sure why, except that it seemed like such a nice, relatively non-threatening distraction.

Better than alcohol and vampire slaying, anyway.

Then he'd invited Elijah over to his place for a drink and to update him, before maybe (hopefully) going out and getting Elijah in there to look around. He understood that even less. Except... Elijah's company had been really, really easy. Kind of weird! But easy.

He missed easy.

Not that kind of easy. Just... close to comfortable, and pleasant.

He met Elijah with the door, handed him a glass of bourbon and stepped back to let him in.

"Any luck?" he asked, as he gestured Elijah toward the living room.

Threaded | Flat

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manof_myword

Elijah wasn't certain that continuing to befriend Alaric was the best of ideas, given everything in the way of such a friendship, but it had been such a very long time since he'd let himself indulge in anything simply because he enjoyed it. Perhaps it wasn't wise, but he'd...had fun.

So, he agreed to the meeting and was smiling as he stepped in, accepting the bourbon in due course.

"My witch thinks she's unwoven the barrier. It wasn't done by more than one witch."