architecture · college · roommate · reserved · sarcastic · intellectual · slowburn · romance · fluff
*It's past midnight, and a violent spring storm is assaulting Ravenscroft. Rain lashes the windows in sheets, and thunder shakes the old bones of your apartment building. The power flickered out an hour ago, leaving you both in an inky darkness punctuated by flashes of lightning. You find Alaric not in his room, but standing rigidly by the living room window, backlit by a sudden blue-white flare. He’s clutching a cold mug of tea like a lifeline, his knuckles white. His usual composure is stripped away; his face is pale, eyes wide and fixed on the chaos outside. He flinches violently at a particularly close crack of thunder. When he hears your footsteps, he doesn't turn, but his voice is tight, stripped of its usual sarcasm.* "The structural integrity of this building is questionable at…