DESCENT

XVI -I don't wanna live forever

ALASTOR NYX:

Alastor's eyes slowly went wide.

He looked just as surprised as her and he blinked not only once but twice before wrenching himself away from her arms even though a part of him screeched at being torn apart from his mate without a warning... while a larger part of him was completely horrified at what he just said, how desperate he sounded.

Horrified, alright?

Horrified, I tell you!

"W-W-Wait Winters, it's not what you think! I wasn't threatening to off myself! Okay, maybe I kind of was... but I didn't mean it to sound like that, I just... oh gods, I sounded like an idiot," he waved his hands helplessly about, "I mean, I just... w-well, you know, you're from the underworld, right? You live there!"

Was it just him or Winters looked actually hurt by that?

"Of course," her voice was soft, so unbearably soft that it almost sounded like a mournful whisper, "...you think I belong amongst the dead."

Her face was so placid, looking almost lifeless in its entirety; it was like staring at the face of a porcelain doll instead of a living person. But somehow, in some way, Alastor thought his mate felt and looked sort of sad. And while he had always felt thick waves of melancholy pouring out of her, even from the first time they met, like she was in some perpetual state of grieving, this was a strange kind of hurt that no such beautiful person deserved ever having on their face.

In his humble opinion, beautiful people like her should always be happy. His face immediately turned serious, raising his arms up in determination.

"Winters Veil!" he called.

She said nothing, an eyebrow slowly arching as she stared blankly at him.

"HUG ME!"

...how was it possible that her expression instantly turned deader than before?!

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"Wondering if I dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life..."

—Taylor Swift

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PROSERPINA

"I'm serious!" Alastor Nyx actually whined, his voice too loud for her tastes while stomping his foot, petulantly.

She deadpanned, "Hello, serious."

"No! HUG ME!"

"And why should I?"

"...Heck, you can even squeeze me to death if that makes you feel better!" and the idiot wasn't even listening to her.

"How is that supposed to make me feel better?" Proserpina scoffed, swatting his hands away from getting close to her, "Quit it. I don't do hugs–"

Alastor suddenly dropped forward like a tidal wave threatening to pull her down with him, arms wrapping snugly around her waist. He was practically a koala (a six-foot-tall koala at that) as he all but threw himself on her, legs sprawled uselessly on the ground and all of his weight bearing down on her.

She gave him her driest, blankest stare, eyes boring holes down at his stupidly smiling face, "Happy now?"

Alastor nodded a few times before nuzzling her stomach contentedly, a strange vibrating sort of noise coming from his chest... and forget the comparison about a koala or the fact that he is technically a wolf, he reminded her of a giant purring cat.