okay. alright. okay. i don’t fashion myself a writer, but you know how sometimes a prompt just gets you and you have to vomit out 1600 words of overindulgent fluff? you know that urge?
this is entirely your fault, anon, and i am infinitely grateful for it. e n j o y
“Hello, Johannes.”Alfred stared up ahead of him, trying to swallow the anxiety rising in his throat.
“I – I wanted to talk to you, if you have the time.”
Cold eyes started back at him, unfeeling.
“I’ve been thinking a lot – about being here, with Herbert and Sarah, but especially, um – especially about you.”