Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 44

"You are the closest thing to Heaven I will ever touch...and I wonder every single day why God sent an angel to a man like me."

Fawn's POV

I sat next to Alastor, scooting my chair a bit closer to him. The excitement and nervousness were mingling in my stomach, making my entire body feel like it was buzzing.

"You ready, darling?" He said to me, settling into his chair. With barely even a glance he flipped the proper switches and made the proper adjustments.

I took a deep breath, letting it out with a nod as I looked over at him. He gave me a warm smile, reaching over and discretely squeezing my leg under the table.

Then, without even looking towards the sound people he started mouthing the countdown as soon as it started.

"Three! Two!" Instead of saying "one" the man on the other side of the glass pointed towards Alastor, adjusting a few dials and giving a curt nod.

It only took a millisecond for Alastor to spin forward in his chair, snatching his microphone with a smooth grace as he began to speak.

"Good morning New Orleans! This is your host, Alastor, and I hope you're tuning in..."

His voice was like butter, that tone he takes when he's broadcasting flaring up immediately.

He can turn it on just as fast as one of these switches.

For some reason, this broadcast was particularly alluring to listen to. The way he moved, the way he spoke, I just couldn't take my eyes off him.

His segment was much longer than mine, taking up about the first thirty minutes of the live broadcast.

Then there's a small music break, and it's my turn.

Occasionally he would glance at me, and he'd even creep closer to me until our knees touched.

Before I knew it, his segment was drawing near to a close. The nerves I'd placed on a back burner moved to the front, causing me to wring my hands in my lap anxiously as Alastor said his parting words.

"Alrighty folks! Time for a brief break, we'll play a few tunes and then be right back here with an extra special segment delivered by a remarkably beautiful guest," he lowered his voice slightly and gave me a half lidded glance, causing my heart to do a backflip.

I rolled my eyes at him, smiling softly at his comment.

The moment he went off air he turned to me, "you ready? Got your script?" He said quietly, as if trying to keep his words secret from everyone else.

I giggled and nodded, holding up the pages.

He nodded, "wonderful, now just as we rehearsed...you can even look at me and pretend it's just you and I. I'll be right here the entire time...they'll love you," he said, his voice getting softer when he spoke those last three words.

I nodded again, "ok..." another deep breath, "ok, I got this...I got this right?" I looked at Al, a bit of my nerves showing through my confident facade.

He chuckled, reaching over and taking his microphone into his hand. Gently, he pushed it towards me and nodded.

"You do, mon faon," he reassured me, and those little words helped calm my nerves just enough.

The songs they played were all slow, jazzy songs. All seemingly calming songs, making me send a curious glance at Alastor.

He's the one who has control over the music...normally he plays swing songs.