Tethered to You (Alastor X OC)

Ch 23

Alastor's POV

I woke up slowly, and groaned softly. I felt like I'd just woken up from a coma, I can't remember the last time I properly slept in my own bed.

A sweet noise made its way into my head, and I sat up, confused. The distant melody drifted through my home, and I thought for a moment I left my radio on.

Then my hand reached across the bed and I realized there's something missing from this picture.

Ariel.

I slid out of bed, creeping towards my cracked bedroom door. I glanced at the clock on one of my nightstands and it read 7:30am.

She always did wake up early.

With a gentle push, the door opened up further. The living room held a soft pink hue from the "morning" sky. Her voice traveled through the living room as well, but I still didn't see her.

I noticed the light to my kitchen was on, and made my way over there. My eyes widened when I smelled something...like breakfast. Is she cooking? She has to be, that's a foolish question, I just didn't know she did that.

My smile rose to my lips as I made my way to the open doorframe that leads to my kitchen. I leaned against the trim lining the opening and crossed my arms.

There she was, singing her heart out as she swayed her hips. The little tail that sat above her tailbone was flicking back and forth happily, and I felt something tug at my chest.

That's adorable.

I myself don't have a tail, but I do have antlers whereas she does not. Her form overall is more soft and "cute" than mine is.

Her soft brown hair had lightened to match the color of a doe, and where my hair and ears were tipped with black, hers was a soft white.

She still had those light moss green eyes, but they held a subtle glow in the dark now, I'd noticed.

Not even to mention her teeth. They were barely any different, except for the little fangs that barely looked sharp enough to pierce an apple.

I admired her from the doorway, letting my eyes soak up this moment. This moment of her being happy and comfortable in my home, in our home.

Until she turned around and nearly died a second time from a heart attack.

"AH!" She yelped and her ears laid flat on her head before she sighed and put her hand over her heaving chest.

"Jesus Christ!"

Not quite.

"Not quite, darling, although I am flattered," I joked, my voice feeling rough from just waking up.

She was wearing my only pair of sweatpants, and they were far too big for her. She had them rolled and they still nearly covered her feet.

On her top half she wore a sports bra, I believe that's what they're called, and that was it.

I had gone out while she was resting after her little power trip and gotten her some clothing I knew she'd like.

It was beyond me why she was wearing my pants.

"How long have you been standing there?" She asked sheepishly, and a little blush dusted her cheeks.

I chuckled, a bit of radio feedback kicking in as my powers warmed up. Pushing off the doorframe I approached her.

"Long enough, love, now what is it we're making?" I asked her, looking over to the little culmination of food items she was preparing.

"I just wanted to make you a little something...and I don't know what you like so..."