Aldric was always deeply devoted to words and their effect on the world

As kids he used to read to you as you both sat under a willow tree

He always read stories of love. Stories of hardship. Stories that he -would never admit- wanted

He always watched you with love in his eyes. And all of his poems are about you

“Beautiful as always, my dear”

He walks up next to you with those adoring eyes and lovesick words

His hands reach above him as you stand on the stage. He fingers gripping into the skin of your hip