[ Downwards ] (Alastor x reader)

Chapter 10

My hand still lightly glimmered, as I let the lukewarm water stream down my hand, droplets trickling down to my elbows, the water completely missing the plate. It seemed like the gold stain remained faintly.

Not wanting to go back to my room and risk bumping into Alastor, I decided to play it safe, at least for now. Since I do not know how to act around him, I shouldn't interact at all, and create a plan. I agreed to washing up after that dreadful meeting, even though it ended quickly and not much was left to clean up except for some plates and a cup that Husk drank out of before he moved onto his booze bottles. 

The room, apart from the rushing tap water, was deathly silent, with only distant footsteps clicking and echoing.

Wait.

My hands slowly stopped scrubbing at the plate. The halt made one of my rolled-up sleeves fall down to my wrist, but my eyes were locked on to the door; as soon as I see a glimpse of red, I'm running.

Maybe I'm being too paranoid.

The water had already soaked the cuff of my sleeve, but I just rolled it back up, cringing at the uncomfortable sensation. I leaned back as to try and get a better view and I see... pink?

"Wah!"

Angel Dust stumbled, all 4 of his hands in a position ready to attack or defend.

I simply stood there, blinking.

"...Angel Dust, you do not understand how glad I am to see you."

He only smiled sheepishly and chuckled, relaxing his hands but putting one behind his neck to rub it, until he noticed my wet sleeve. His eyes trailed over to the open tap, then to the plates and cup, and he put two and two together.

"Oh, Y/N, don't tell me you were doin' the dishes." My eyes followed him as he walked over to where I was standing, and looked at me like a scolding parent, yet all I could do was return the sheepish expression Angel Dust had just a moment before.

"Yeah, but what's the problem? I suggested to wash them in the first place."

At first he was leaned over me, but then straightened his back, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. What even is there to clean?!"

I chuckled lightly, then looked up at him. Surely he had a reason to be here. And so I asked him.

"Why are you here?"

"Ha! What, can I not check up on my bestie anymore?" I glanced at him once more inquiringly, but this time, his smile lowered, until it turned into a frown "..Goddamnit!" I slightly winced at the cursing, "I completely forgot." He slumped over me in a dramatic fashion as I tried to keep my stance and support the demon twice my size.

"Oh stop it." I pushed him lightly to hint that he was starting to get heavy and he stood up again. With a shocked look, he hit me playfully. "How dare you! Hmph." He crossed his lower pair of arms, and put one arm on his forehead and used the other to fan at his face. "You are SO dramatic, Angel Dust."

"And what of it?" He stuck his tongue out, but grinned almost immediately after. "I'll be up in my room then. If I can't remember then there's no use in me stayin' here. Byee~" He pouted his lips and waved at me, then left the kitchen, that clicking and echoing of his boots filling the silence once more.

I waved back after him, and turned back to the sink.

It was quiet once again.

Slowly walking over to the sink, I reached in for the plates, and started drying them with a cloth, which was hanging on the oven door handle.

As I was rubbing down the plates, I started to think. Reminisce, rather. How long has it been since I fell down here? A week? Not too long, although I was losing track of time. I had to say, I couldn't help but feel guilty: I felt too happy to be stuck in hell, after I've been attacked by that group of angels.. no, I didn't know what to call them. I haven't even tried to contact my father, or anyone else for that matter. But.. thinking about that, I remembered how my father hasn't done that either. He has made an announcement, but, for some reason, I still don't feel like he's out there, trying to find me, trying to bring me back.

Suddenly, I snapped back to reality. How long have I been zoned out for? I spun around at the clock: around 5 minutes. Huh. Not too long. I realised that my hand was still rubbing at the now-dry plate, the continuous circular motion hurting my arm. I placed the plate down and put both of my hands on the countertop and, with a sigh, I stretched.

Hold on.

I remembered why I even stayed in the kitchen. I retraced my steps; right, a plan.

Perhaps I should start on that.

"I should really work on that.." I thought to myself, as I exited the kitchen the same way as Angel Dust did, "A plan would've really helped me out earlier."

The hotel's lighting was surprisingly bright in the grand hallway, with a reddish tint, and it reflected off of my hand as I walking, swinging it, the gold still lightly glimmering.

(882 words - this is probably filler, I should come up with a solid storyline for this story T0T. I thought writers just came up with the plot as they wrote the story but I guess thats wrong. QUICK REMINDER, THIS BOOK WILL BE LONG, IT IS A SLOWBURNING STORY. I SUGGEST YOU SAVE THIS STORY AND COME BACK TO IT LATER SO YOU CAN READ MORE, SINCE I ALSO WRITE RARELY + SLOWLY ok love u guys x)