Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 57

Hazel!

Fawn's POV

It's been a relatively quiet morning.

I stayed in Alastor's lap while he worked on his reports. He had a bit more to work on today because the reports weren't put together for him like they normally would've been.

His work looked boring today.

Nothing but a few basic stories and then...a murder?

The butcher on South Street?...hm, I wonder why he killed him, he loves that butcher shop...

I put my finger to the text, pointing it out, "why him? I thought you liked that shop?" I questioned, and he hummed.

"I did...quite unfortunate, indeed," he said, but I could tell in his voice he didn't actually feel bad...in fact, he sounded rather pleased.

"You didn't answer me, silly...I asked why," I repeated, and he was quiet for a second before he just shut the file and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me close to him.

"Well, my dear...it seems he mistook me for a man who likes to share and...I do not tolerate disrespect."

Disrespect?

Share?

"Did he try to steal from you?" I wondered, and he buried his nose into my neck.

"Somewhat..." he murmured.

I sighed, knowing he doesn't like to share details from his killings with me. Not that I want him to, but he gets very vague about it whenever I get curious, and that can be frustrating.

However, I dropped the subject. If I push too hard, I might just get what I'm asking for and I'm not sure that's really what I want.

We stayed like that for a moment, him hugging me gently and occasionally laying a kiss against my neck.

Until, reluctantly, he sighed and pulled away. I took the hint, sliding off his lap so both of us could stand up.

"It appears it's time for me to go entertain," he said with a roll of him eyes, but a soft smile.

I giggled, "oh, you sound so happy," I retorted while fixing his bow tie.

He bent down and rubbed his nose against mine lovingly, "my dear, I wish I could spend every breathing moment I have to spare with you and you alone...but alas, the bills will not pay themselves, little darling, so to broadcast I must go," he feigned despair, dramatically laying his hand over his face.

I rolled my eyes, but blushed at his words.

"Drama Queen," I mumbled.

He opened his eyes and looked at me, "what was that?" He hummed, lowering his eyelids.

"I said I love you so much, have fun!" I perked up with a cheeky smile, and he chuckled.

"Yea, sure you did. You're lucky you're so cute," he commented, and pinched my cheek before turning on his heel and heading for the door.

I jogged to catch up with him, "wait up!" I called, looping our arms when I finally got to him.

He looked surprised, and opened the door for me, "oh? You haven't sat in for a broadcast in a minute...won't poor Niffty be lonely?" He hummed with a grin.

I shrugged, "I'll see her later...besides, not everyone gets booth privileges, and I haven't been taking advantage of that nearly enough."

He chuckled, "dear, you are the only person I let sit in with me during broadcasts."