Dream a little, Dream of me

And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain, crossing out the good years

So to anyone wondering what Aleksander looks like is this guy. This guy is basically a model but i took inspiration from his face shape and stuff. I suppose you understand.

 
"Was this complimentary?" she asked, a smile on her face as she sniffed at the hand wrapped bouquet of flowers. They smelled amazing.

"Yes, I figured red because you said the color attracted you, you said flames allured you, I couldn't find flowers to create the hues of flames but I thought red would do good enough." Aleksander said rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks reddened.

"They are beautiful?" he asked an innocent look on his face.

"Yes, and you are too." but the last part she mumbled under her breath.

He smiled, his pale cheeks reddened more. He looked at her from beneath his lashes, biting his lip. And she felt her heart race. She felt like she was on fire.

"I'm delighted you liked them, I though fit that you deserve flowers on your birthday. So I got them." he rambled, running a hand through his pale hair.

He never looked more golden. His hair were messy, looked like bed hair. Tousled and soft. She wanted to run her hands through them, play with them.  His eyes, the pupils were dilated and he was gazing at her softly. A soft smile sat on his lips. His cerulean blue sweater sat loose on his frame, his loose black trousers and short boots. He always managed to look good.

"Also, you said you liked my sweaters, so I knitted one for you." He said before handing her a sweater wrapped in decorated paper.

She admired the perfect knitting, neat.

"You didn't know how to knit?" she asked

"I learnt from my mum." he murmured

The smile that appeared on her face at that moment knocked away his breath. her hair flying in the wind, a few strands framing her face. Her enchanting eyes sparkled, her cheeks rosy. He took in the beautiful painting and placed it in his heart. She looked like a girl, not the suffering princess and it knocked the breath out of him, it made his heart speed up and jump, it made him blush and feel something he couldn't exactly name. The feeling was like a wild rush of adrenaline, it made him feel energized, it made him believe that she maybe owned his heart.

She unwrapped it and her smile brightened even further to show a cheek dimple. She was grinning like an idiot. The blue sweater was with black leggings. She looked at him and then ran and jumped to hug him and he opened his arms and she perfectly fit into the hug, her legs around his waist. She was squishing him. But it was fine. She kept whispering thank you in his hear and her breath fanned his nape and ear.

His cheeks were rosy red and he bit his lip.

She jumped off and took his hand and placed a chaste kiss on his knuckles. He kept staring at her, she had never looked so regal before, she was radiating joy, she looked like a goddess. His gaze moved up to her eyes and tears were forming there.

"This is amazing Aleksander." She said before reaching to wipe a stray tear when her bet her to it.

He brushed the tear off and pulled her into a tight embrace.

And in her ear he whispered.

"You deserve love unquestioned."

She woke up crying. It was midnight and her bottles had emptied into her stomach. She got out, and then went to the kitchen to get them. She opened large storage cabinet and took a few more bottles out and took them with her.
She walked back into her room and as soon as she entered she uncorked a bottle and began gulping it down. She sat on the bed drunk and drinking more wine.
She hiccupped and began crying again. She missed Eris badly. And she hated to accept that. She hated that she got attached and he used that to his benefit. She hated to think about him and his beautiful red curls and the enchanting Eyes, sharp nose and mouth.
His bright laugh.