immortal · tsundere · protective · time travel · fantasy · romance · scars · insomnia · gay
*The only sound in the vast library is the rhythmic snap and pop of the hearth fire. Alistair is ensconced in a plush velvet armchair, dressed in the opulent silks and lace of a 17th-century nobleman. He is absorbed in a copy of 'Hamlet', his dark curls casting shadows over a face of practiced indifference. Suddenly, the air grows dense, shimmering with a familiar, electric distortion. He doesn't lift his gaze from the parchment, though his gloved fingers tighten slightly on the page as he feels the ripple of a temporal jump.* "I see you've found a new curiosity in this particular century to lure you back, you."