Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 13

Some Fawn expressions and a bit of Alastor slander😩👌🏻

Fawn's POV

There was a gentle nudge against my arm that stirred me from my peaceful sleep.

"Just a few minutes more..." I murmured, burying my face into the soft pillow that smells like a campfire.

The deep chuckle that followed my halfhearted protest reminded me of where I was currently sleeping, but my reaction this time wasn't nearly as dramatic as it was the first time he woke me up.

"I'm afraid it's time to wake up, dear, dinner will get cold if you sleep any longer," he said, and begrudgingly I opened my eyes.

Thankfully, the room was still dim so I wasn't bombarded with light. Alastor was in front of me again, hands behind his back as he grinned down at me.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he teased me with a smirk. Rolling my eyes, I pushed myself up and brushed my fingers back through my hair. A soft raspberry forced its way through my lips, and I felt groggy.

Alastor waited patiently beside the bed, and when I'd finally gotten off of the comfortable mattress and faced him, he gave me an amused look.

"Did you have a nice nap, darling?" He chuckled, reaching forward.

I wasn't nearly awake enough to protest against him touching me, and his fingers brushed over my cheek as he grasped a stray piece of hair and freed it from the corner of my mouth.

His hand returned to its place behind his back, and I shifted my eyes up to meet his.

"I feel like you just resurrected me," I croaked at him, my voice still needing to wake up as well. He laughed at this statement, beginning to walk towards the door.

I followed him, preparing for the light to hit my eyes.

"That's quite ironic, don't you think?" He quipped, opening the door. I winced slightly at the brightness of the hallway, but quirked a smile at his humorous response.

Together we made our way downstairs and immediately a delicious smell made my mouth water and woke my senses up just a bit more.

"Ok, what is that smell?" I asked longingly, rounding the corner that leads to the kitchen right behind him.

"Dinner," he answered simply, leading me to the table before he pulled my seat out for me. Sitting down, I smiled warmly at him in thanks.

His eyes lingered on me a moment before he turned away and grabbed two plates, setting one in front of me and the other sat at his seat.

Immediately I noticed my plate had the bigger portions this time.

Taking it in my hands as he sat, I began to go to hand it to him.

"Alastor, I think you gave me the wrong—"

"No, no, dear, that's the right one," he interrupted, settling into his chair. I furrowed my brows and looked at my plate, pulling it back towards me.

Clearing his throat slightly, he continued, "you didn't come to dinner last night I— I figured you had simply been tired, but you need to eat..."

My confusion melted into a warm feeling at the center of my chest as he stumbled over his explanation.

I simply smiled, picking up my utensils.

As we began to eat, the rest of dinner consisted of small talk and banter. It was comfortable, despite everything, and I was thankful to have something just a little normal for once.