Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 80

Not too sure how I feel about this, but I wanted to draw a lil' pregnant Fawn content. Look at her cute lil belly.

She isn't quite showing yet in the story, but I couldn't resist.

Also there are mentions and allusions to racism/discrimination in this chapter. Just thought I'd go ahead and say that since I forgot to put that with my warnings at the beginning of the book.

Fawn's POV

My fidgeting was endless as I observed my appearance in this full length mirror.

The dress I chose was long, reaching down to my ankles. It's color was a soft, shimmery purple that brought out my eyes.

The neckline was a sharp V and reached just to the top of my sternum, exposing only a slight amount of modest cleavage.

As much as I dislike wearing dresses, Alastor informed me that Thomas most likely lived among the "upper class" and I needed to present myself as such in their presence.

When he spoke of them, his tone was just slightly sour...so I asked him why, because...well, as far I know, he is the upper class.

HA!

He'd laughed, ruffling out my hair affectionately as we picked a dress from Edith's shop.

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"My dear, they do not care about people like me! You give them far too much credit, just because I have money does not mean I am accepted, my dear," he chuckled as if I'd said something funny.

My brow furrowed and I looked over at him, lifting my arms for him as he smoothed down the dress I'd chosen to try on.

He was focused on his task, humming softly.

"Why not? I thought people around here loved you," I asked him, curious as to what he could possibly mean.

His movements faltered, and his smile actually...looked a bit sad.

I panicked, not meaning to have hit a sore nerve, and prepared to backtrack.

Until he actually answered me.

"My darling, look in the mirror for me..." he started softly, standing up to his full height and looming behind me in the reflection before us.

"Take a good look at the both of us, my love...do you see the answer to your question?"

My eyes narrowed, and I tilted my head.

There wasn't anything I could really pinpoint that would tell me why they wouldn't accept him.

Shyly, I shook my head, looking up at him a bit perplexed.

I watched his eyes widen slightly, only barely noticeable. Then his smile softened, and he gently turned me towards him and took my arm in his hand.

He held up my forearm, and then put his own next to mine.

In that moment, it clicked, and my eyes widened as a deep, heavy sadness weighed on my heart.

His skin...

The warm, brown toned skin that I love so much contrasted harshly with my own. I was rather pale, especially compared to him.

"Oh..." I let out quietly, the disappointment in my tone clear as day.

Somehow, I'd forgotten that this era wasn't all good...everything has its rotten quirks.