Adrian Ivashkov
Adrian knew there was no question of volunteering for whatever crazy kamikaze mission there was in the works to get those in the cage back. Okay, so Sydney specifically. If the others were able to get out all the better. But all he gave a damn about was his Sage. His beautiful Sage who made him want to be a better man, who gave him hope that he did indeed have worth after years of his father tearing him down and telling him he was worthless. And she could keep his insanity at bay with just a smile.
But all that had been ripped away when the cage sucked her down. He hadn't known how to react when that happened so he had turned to alcohol, breaking his dry spell. After detoxing a few days later, he did his best to forgo his vices so he could keep a close eye on the networks to see what was in the works to save those who had fallen in the cage. And the demon Crowley had come through. He didn't give a flying fuck about the risks to himself or if it meant he could be trapped in the cage as well. He just had to do whatever he could to get Sage out.
Adrian had gone to the cemetery at dawn the day of the ritual, pacing anxiously. He had gorged a little on blood (not enough to kill anyone, he wouldn't go Strigoi willingly, but enough to sate him without food for the day) and waited the entire day, pacing anxiously while arguing with his dead aunt's voice in his head. Again.
Finally though the others showed up. He waited impatiently for Crowley to start and watched with rapt attention as the ritual began (Sage might ask questions about this after all, bless her beautiful academic mind). When Crowley came to him, the Moroi held his hand out. As the dagger slid across his palm, he murmured Sydney's name, his voice soft and full of love. He closed his eyes and conjured up her visage in his head. Her long blond hair she kept well tamed. The light bit of make up here and there to make her presentable but nothing outlandish or anything that detracted from her natural beauty. The brownish gold hue of her eyes that was like molten gold. The way any talk about academia could inflame her with passion and fervor. The softness of her lips against his own, how well she fit against him when they were curled up together. He thought of the make out sessions they had had in the Ivashkinator. No detail was too small as Adrian focused on Sydney and the love he had for her.
Come back to me Sage...I can't hold the center without you...