The dreams were colorful and vivid. Images - the ocean, the blue sky, the Black Star, Alice - flashed quickly and repeatedly in Victor's mind as his mind was deep in sleep. A scene of him touching Alice's face softly kept displaying itself in the midst of the chaos, with her smile beaming at him while they were on the cliff. The dreams felt so real, so tangible.

He was awoken abruptly by the sound of the door opening, and as he sat up, his eyes fell onto Alice. Her dark, long hair opposite her pale skin. The tree-green eyed. Her lips. Her small figure. All of it was shouting at him while he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and used his sleeve to remove the saliva from his mouth that began to form. He smiled faintly and laughed. "I guess I was a bit more tired than I thought, aye?"

Her gaze was intense, but it was not at him. His expression showed pure confused until he followed her stare to the letter sitting on the desk. He sighed. "Ah, yes. The letter. I have yet to open it." An arm reached out to signal for her to come join him at the desk. "Would you like to do the honors, Miss Rohan?" he nearly whispered across the room, a smirk on his face. Victor wanted to make light of the tense energy in the room, so as she approached him, he pulled her down to sit on his lap. He looked up to her deviously. "You know, so we can both see it," he replied to her confusion nonchalantly. 

He handed her the letter and nudged her. "Don't keep your audience waiting, Miss Rohan. Go on," he chuckled as he awaited for her to open it, desperately trying not to succumb to the anxiety he was feeling. As she sat on his lap, he placed a hand on her back subconsciously as he leaned in to watch her open it.