for the soul. (tom blitz)
Aug 29, 2020 20:46:40 GMT -5
Post by calla on Aug 29, 2020 20:46:40 GMT -5
ALARIC MERCIER
It’s late when Alaric gets back from the office. He’s not quite sure how to process his meeting with Hyram Mae, it’s hard to tell whether or not you’re making a good impression on those kinds of people, or if you’re just making a fool of yourself. He likes to think he did the former.
He knows that he’s been focused on the campaign, and he knows that it’s important. He isn’t guilty for spending time on it. But Ana had reminded him this morning, not unkindly, that his children were important too. Alaric knows that he pushes them, it’s just who he is, and he knows he’s been hard on Kiera especially. He can still picture her swinging from tree branches and playing make believe under the kitchen table, before the pressures of growing up smothered her. The kids have grown up so quickly, her and Blake both, and it feels like he simply blinked and they had become adults.
So once he’s home and he’s put his jacket away, he knocks a little awkwardly on the doorframe to Kiera’s room and holds out a mug of tea as a sort of peace offering.
“Hey Ki.” It’s surprisingly easy the way her old nickname slips out, even though she claims to have outgrown it, “How goes the studying?”
He knows that he’s been focused on the campaign, and he knows that it’s important. He isn’t guilty for spending time on it. But Ana had reminded him this morning, not unkindly, that his children were important too. Alaric knows that he pushes them, it’s just who he is, and he knows he’s been hard on Kiera especially. He can still picture her swinging from tree branches and playing make believe under the kitchen table, before the pressures of growing up smothered her. The kids have grown up so quickly, her and Blake both, and it feels like he simply blinked and they had become adults.
So once he’s home and he’s put his jacket away, he knocks a little awkwardly on the doorframe to Kiera’s room and holds out a mug of tea as a sort of peace offering.
“Hey Ki.” It’s surprisingly easy the way her old nickname slips out, even though she claims to have outgrown it, “How goes the studying?”
