Wildest Dreams (Alastor X Reader)

~~☆I'm sorry (CH:8)☆~~

(Y/n pov)

Dear winter, you bewitched me.

Why do I feel affined in your uncanny presence?

Hardly you make me jovial,

Still, I long for your algid acquaintance.

Maybe you know

How to pull the strings.

Maybe you know that the most

Covetable are the transient things.

I find warmth in your frosty-clad;

And I shroud my frame pined

Whilst looking for you in the pines.

And I search for the love as the winter begins,

Rekindling the old flames breathe my chest.

Some obscure mouths say I am going to annihilate

Myself in disguised flares but, I say

For you give me hope and strength in pair

I make wreaths of guileless blue irises.

Others hear your growls as the gelid wind blows,

Cracking the veneer and the creaky windows,

Whispers to leave me numb the as a corpse.

There's a bitter truth reclining in your chills.

Through you do prick sometimes

Like needles, like pins.

But you are so lonesome and so am I

And they can hear your mournful sighs.

Because you are looking for someone like I

I am for the lost in the winter lullaby.

People I look up to who wrote stories and poems. I grew up knowing the art of a good book or a great poem. When I was young I remember meeting the person who I look up to this day. The only one that pushed me to be an author. For someone who loves a great poem. I also love the winter. For me, winter is something comfortable and painful. The funny thing about pain. I wasn't one to love winter right now. Why...? Well...

Here I am... Curled up in a blanket sneezing and coughing. Tears pricked at the sides of my eyes. Not because I was sad but because I am no sunshine today. No no no. I am just sick. Winter sick.

~~~{3d person.}~~~

Everyone in the living room was eating and drinking their breakfast. Suddenly everyone's attention came to something odd. Walking across the lobby well sort of walking. Was the little juster demon holding her small blanket and plushie bear to herself? Coughing and sneezing, her eyes half closed as she held a yellow blanket around her sick self.

"Pfft," Yes unlike some people ahem "angel" didn't care about her sick state but only laughed at the poor demon hurting as frostbite hugged her.

"Oh, no Sun come to eat." Charlie stood up from her seat and pulled the sick demon to the dining room same time as Vaggie got the jester's food.

Sitting down silently. The jester took one look at the food and felt like her dinner from last night was coming to show itself. Holding back from coughing she blinked the sleep from her (e/c) swollen eyes.