It was becoming painfully apparent that all that drabble about being a ‘mentor’ to a new Sidereus member might have been a lie. The redhead was far older than some fresh-off-the-bus recruit. They usually greeted every situation with bright eyes and busy tails and a whole head filled with nonsense. That was the point of mentoring someone- to shake all those false dreams of grandeur from their skull. Yet the man before him seemed calm and collected. Alarick had to admit he loved the mixed shade of his eyes, and while his hair wasn’t doing much to enthrall him those two orbs would be delightful looking up at him in pangs ecstasy as he fu—
Ah yes conversation- Alarick was having one of those.
Yet before proper introductions were made a familiar voice rattled through the conference room, and derailed his pleasant little romp into some flirtation. Alarick knew who it was before he came into his line of sight. He shortly realized thereafter that Wen hadn’t seen him in a couple of years. It was odd- but Alarick almost felt the urge to hide his face at the other’s brutal inspection.
‘Gorgeous,’ Alarick mouthed in an attempt to help Wen along with those words.
“Don’t worry Wen- you aren’t the only one to participate in a mental stroke while trying to compliment me. It happens often.” He waved the man’s comment away as if it no longer bothered him. And to be honest: it didn’t anymore.
It was then he offered a husky laugh at the newly introduced Locke’s statement.
“No just keep calling him ‘Beautiful’, because I think he would respond to that better than his own name. Isn’t that right ‘God’s Gift to Humanity’?” Alarick stated in a chummy manner. While they weren’t from the same class they had had many a run in with each other both being Pulvis users of the same age range; and for a long while Alarick had harbored somewhat of a crush on Wen. Unfortunately the androgynous blonde was painfully heterosexual and went out of his way to prove that at every turn. Sometime after Alarick had met James, and Wen disappeared from his life entirely.
“Yes Alarick Reindhart.” That cerulean blue eye came back to Locke’s multi-hued ones
, “it is a pleasure to meet you. Unfortunately I must be a bit abrupt now- even though I’m quite intrigued by you Mister Narrin- but didn’t the missive we receive say something about us being a mentor? I mean it is quite obvious that none of us are new recruits- except maybe Wen here- he does seem to get younger every time I see him.” It was then he leaned into Locke and spoke in a husky whisper,
“this is the part where you start suspecting he had work done.” Those eyebrows waggled- he did still have both of them.
“Wasn’t that both of your understanding as well? Or was I misled?”