Damned (Alastor x OC)

Ch 27

Aria's POV

I woke up with a small stretch, sighing after I was finished. Then, my hand fell across the bed, and immediately my eyes opened.

Empty.

I blew an annoyed sigh up into my hair, and sat up.

Where the hell is he?

I looked around his room, taking in the decor. Red, black, and gold. Very classy, I would expect nothing less from him, really.

His room is actually quite big. Bigger than mine was, and very nice. It was more like an apartment than anything.

It just didn't have a kitchen.

I slipped out of the bed, and went over to the bathroom. The bathroom was huge, holding a claw foot bathtub made of marble and a glass shower.

My eyelids lowered and I rolled my eyes.

"Fancy ass..." I mumbled, looking over my appearance in the mirror.

My ears were flipped to the sides so I quickly fixed them, and then I found a hairbrush and fixed my hair.

There were two toothbrushes, a purple one and a red one. I'm just assuming the purple one is mine.

After finishing up in there, I washed my hands and headed out to get dressed. I'd need to head over to my room—

Oh, there he is.

My eyes caught him standing out on his balcony, just looking out over hell.

I went over, sliding the door open before I slipped out. I shut the door quietly, making my way over to where he was standing.

He didn't move, or even really react to me coming out.

I walked over and touched his arm, immediately earning a jump from him. He spun to face me, and I quirked an eyebrow at him.

"You ok...?" I asked him, "it's not like you to be so unaware of your surroundings," I chuckled and ran my nails up his back gently.

He sighed and I noticed the cigarette he was holding, half smoked. My expression softened and I looked back to his eyes.

He looks tired.

"Al baby..." I sighed, "please don't stress out so much about this...everything will be alright," I said softly, giving him a small smile.

He returned it, chuckling dryly and putting the cigarette in his mouth, taking a drag.

"I'm not stressed, my love..." he lied, looking back out over hell, "I just...I just got you back..." his voice got quieter as he brought the cigarette back away from his lips.

The only other time I've seen him smoke was that night out on the back porch. He seems to be in the same state of mind.

I didn't know what was bothering him then...but I know what it is now.

I reached over, plucking the small stick from his hand. He glanced down at it and then at me.

The cigarette felt foreign to me. I've never held one before, and I don't smoke. Part of me worries that he does, but then I remember that we're dead.

So it doesn't necessarily matter.

Still...

"Instead of these nasty little things," I said with a smile, flicking it over the balcony, "why don't you talk to me," I suggested.

He shook his head, "I don't want to worry you, dear..." he said quietly, and I grabbed his hand.

"Alastor, you're worrying me by not telling me what's worrying you," I said, my tone sounding slightly desperate, "please..." I gave him puppy eyes and he tsk'd.