Alaric
"That man shouldn't have died!" I threw my hands in the air, shifting my weight against the soft cushions as the movie Nico had set up for us finally cut to its end credits.
The pale white glow of the TV screen lit up the dark living room, casting soft shadows across the walls.
Nico was lying down on the couch, resting his head directly on my lap. We had a heavy wool blanket pulled all the way up to our chests, keeping us warm against the cool night air.
When I yelled, Nico didn't even flinch. He just tilted his head back to look up at me from my thighs, an amused, stubborn smirk settling onto his face.
"Are you serious right now, Alaric?" Nico argued, resting his chin against my leg. "The man was completely used and discarded by the world! They killed his lover, they murdered his child, and then they expected him to just sit there and take it? Honestly, he deserved to do so much worse to every single one of them."
