Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 14

Tread carefully, little Fawn.

Fawn's POV

My legs stayed curled beneath me, and there was a decent amount of distance between us on the couch. I was facing him, and this scene was very reminiscent of the first time we sat on this couch together.

"So, what do you want to know?" I asked him, smiling softly.

He looked at me a moment longer before drawing in a deep breath, "I'm just very curious...you may be from the future, but there's just a certain peculiarity to you," he said, and I blinked at his blatant acknowledgment of my situation.

So...he believes me now?

"Umm..." I started, and shrugged slightly, "I am from Louisiana...I grew up in this town, with uh..." I hesitated, and bit my lip slightly.

"With my mom..." I finished quietly, and there was a brief pause before I drew in a quick breath, "my dad wasn't around, I'm pretty sure he's in prison, but I couldn't really care less," I added, looking up to meet his eyes.

He shifted towards me slightly, tilting his head, "you asked me this question, but I have yet to ask you your age, my dear," he said, and I chuckled slightly.

"I'm 21," I answered with a smile, and he nodded.

"So, your mother...you say she raised you?" He asked me, and my smile quickly faded, my eyes falling back down.

"Yea..." I uttered quietly, and he was silent for a moment.

"...she's not around any longer, is she?" Was his next question, sounding much softer than the others. I let out a soft sigh, shaking my head.

Thinking of my mother was never something easy for me...it was a fresh and deep wound.

"My mother isn't around any longer, either," he added, making my ears perk with interest. The picture passed through my mind, and without even thinking I blurted out my thought.

"She was the woman in that picture with you, right?" I asked him, and he stared at me for a second as I realized what I just said and my eyes widened.

I was terrified he'd be furious with me for going through his things, but he just chuckled.

"You're a snoopy little thing, aren't you?" He asked me lightly, a grin on his lips. I looked down with a timid smile.

"Sorry..." I mumbled, and he waved it off.

"No need, I'm sure if I were in your position I'd do a bit of snooping as well," he said, "but to answer your question, yes, the woman in the photograph with me was my mother," he said, his voice turning very soft.

He sighed, and I looked up at him. Scooting just a bit closer, I settled less than a foot away from him.

"What happened...? If you don't mind me asking..."

His eyes shifted to me and they held a new sadness to them I'd never seen on him before. Those brown eyes caught mine, and for a moment we just stared at one another.

"Another time..." he said softly, and I nodded in understanding.

My smile returned, and I rolled my shoulders back. I drew in a quick breath between my teeth as I threw my arm over the back of the couch casually.

"Well, then, let me tell you about my momma," I said with an upbeat tone. She may have died, but that doesn't mean I have to tell her story in a solemn tone.

Alastor seemed pleased with how easily I dropped the subject of his own mother, and even more excited about the happiness I showed in preparation to talk about mine.