Til Death Do Us Part (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 6: Confessions?

⚠️This chapter will get a bit steamy with past traumas and emotions and all that jazz. speaking of which, ya like jazz~?🐝🎷

~~~~Alastor~~~~
Sitting on the creaking swing set with Y/N makes me notice a number of things:

1. she's quite different from most women, and even seems to have a mind of her own, maybe she even reads! (I'll have to ask her later to confirm.)

2. She seems a bit... mentally old for her age. I learned earlier she is 19, but acts poise and knows what she's talking about, making her seem around 25 or older.

3. Her hands. Although soft to the touch, her knuckles are worn with bruises and old scars, which I find strangely attractive. I notice small scars littering her entire body, but predominantly on her knuckles and fingers.

4. I would not be able to harm her. With other women, killing them in cold blood would be absolutely simple, but her? It would drive me (more) insane knowing I took the light out of those eyes. 

5. This woman must be a witch of sorts. For the 28 years I've been alive, no one, and I mean absolutely NO ONE has made me feel such strong emotions, which I presumed as weak, but these emotions make me feel... strong of a sort.

After talking to her for what only felt like a short amount of time, the sun soon began to set, creating a beautiful cast of oranges, pinks, reds, and purples across the slightly clouded sky.

Less and less people enter the park's only entrance, and the sound of children laughing slowly drowns away into a comfortable silence. I take in the gorgeous woman beside me, drinking up her life. Y/N's skin seems to practically glow in this light, making her look like a powerful goddess.

Maybe she is one.

Her slight curls refract every shade of the sky, making a halo of magnificent color around her, perhaps she is an angel? The breeze suddenly picks up, making a shiver run through her body.

"My dear, if you were cold, all you'd have to do was say something. I do wish I had brought a coat, otherwise I'd give you my shirt, although I'm not sure how people would react seeing me shirtless..." I give her a genuine smile as I stand, taking her hand. I make sure to run a finger across her knuckles to feel the scarring. I take immediate notice that some of the 'scars' were in fact, not scars at all, but cuts and gashes covered with makeup. She slightly flinches at the action, but covers it up by asking what time it is.

"It's around 7:00, my dear. Are you hungry? We can stop by this little diner before I return you home." She nods her head in agreement with a small smile before taking my arm.

"Let us go enjoy our meal, then, my precious little doe~." Her quietness as we walk bothers me slightly, but I presume she is probably exhausted. Although the makeup mostly covers it, bags can be seen. Either from not sleeping or stressing herself out to the max, I cannot decide.

"It's a beautiful night, tonight." She whispers into the night, almost low enough to where I cannot hear it. The crickets and frogs croak along with her, a soft  ballad of the bayou.

"Yes, indeed, almost as beautiful as you, my dear." I bow my head in her direction, looking into those beautiful, glowing, (e/c) eyes. Her frown tugs downward, making my heart clench in ways I do not understand.

"What's wrong, my dear? You know you can talk to me. I do hate seeing such an expression on your face. My mother always said: 'You're never fully dressed without a smile!'. It was something I always remembered from my childhood, no matter how much I wanted to forget, but it's made me the man I am today. So, in a way, I'm grateful." Her eyes immediately perk up when I say this. I am not fond talking about such things, but with her, it comes easy, like the tide washing away the minuscule particles of sand, or the wind taking the last leaf of the summer, wilted and orange with age. Finally, she speaks.