Your eyes they tell a story, one that's full of sorrow || Alexandre

[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

Alexandre had already started to clean the wound, but the 'necessary herbs' were nowhere to be seen. At a loss, they let their jaw hang for a few moments before questioning their words. "And what would those herbs be, hm?" they countered. His tone indicated it was a test, but in reality, they did not know the answer either. Maybe partially, but not enough to consider themselves an expert. Alexandre turned around and sat back down firmly, starting to fumble with the wound on their forearm again, as if they were following the other's directions per Sorbet's word.

So, a man in power? Alexandre's ears swiveled in interest at the other's name, noting their familiar allegiance. Sherbet had become leader and their family starts to show up, it appeared. How wonderful. They could remember the days when Roxanne and Diya were in power, leading hand in hand, and then disappeared without a word. Perhaps this one wouldn't do the same. Bitter and jealous, they merely let their chest fall and an exhale to leave them. "Alexandre... Folie-Mikaelson Roux," they mentioned back, emphasizing their last names as the other had done. As for what they wanted to be called, they did not mind. Their entire name or shortened to one of the two parts would not be so bad.

Frustration with their intent to stay was becoming increasingly obvious as Alexandre's tail began to lash back and forth. "If you care for your safety, dear, I recommend you leave," came a blunt response. Teeth started to show through his parted maw. "I don't do well with blood." While Alex's previous response was blunt, the feline'scondition was kept quiet. They did not need a stranger meddling in private affairs. Whether they took that the way they intended or a feint fear of the liquid, they did not know. All Alexandre wanted was for them to disappear.