Scars Of The Wicked (Alastor X Reader)

Chapter 15: Opportunities

"Can anybody find me somebody to love?"

The evening had come and gone, you found yourself awaking right as the sky was beginning to brighten. A pale pink glow casting into your room as it beamed through the open slits in your curtains. You felt fairly well rested for once, chalking it up to that long nap you took before you spent some time with Alastor.

Which unbeknownst to anybody else, was all you and the stag seemed to keep thinking about.

Even despite not mentioning it to one another over breakfast. However, you both silently noticed an air of reverence towards one another. Something a bit new, but welcomed nonetheless. Perhaps it was the exchange in personal truths that softened your opinions on one another.

You had finished a set of exercises and stretches, now loose and limber -and full of a hearty morning meal- you danced within your silks high up in the air; listening to some Queen and just enjoying yourself. You were in a pretty good mood.

"Ooh, each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord, what you're doing to me?
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord
Somebody, ooh, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?"

"Sing it, toots!!" Angel's voice shouted from the doorway of the auditorium. You smiled as you looked over at the arachnid who was sauntering down the isle toward the stage. Excited to see him, you gave into his command, and sang proudly as you went along.

"I work hard every day of my life
I work 'til I ache my bones.
At the end I take home
my hard earned pay, all on my own!
I get down on my knees
And I start to pray
'Til the tears run down from my eyes
Lord, somebody, ooh, somebody...
Can anybody find me...
somebody to love~?"

With a huge grin you held the last note with a powerful belt as you daintily slid down from height and to the floor. Only letting go and ceased your singing once you were steady on the stage. You couldn't help but laugh as Angel walked over to you and clapped and cheered excitedly as if he was an audience member at the show.

You bowed at the waist, gesturing with your right arm while your left held the silk; as if you had just finished a performance. "Thank you, thank you." You mouthed, playing along.

"You make that shit look easy." He smirked.

"You will too, some day." You said with an encouraging smile. "Glad to see you here, feeling a bit better?"

"Still a bit sore when I turn to the right," he sighed, twisting his body a little to confirm his complaint. "Nothing I can't ignore."

"Mhm." You nodded. "And... emotionally?"

"I'll be fine." He said gently with a nod. "But if I need to talk you'll be the first person I go to."

"Fair enough." You stepped away from the long nylon fabric and put your shoes and gloves back on, looking up at him as he removed his shoes. "I'll go easy on you today since you're a little beaten up."

"I thought circus folk just soldier on through the pain?" He asked half rhetorically. "What about how you guys just perform anyway even if you're basically dying?"

You shrugged.

"Well, you're not a circus folk, and I'm not my parents. So I'll grant you some mercy."

"Ain't I lucky?" He snickered.

"Uh huh." You laughed. "Alright, today we're gonna learn something called the toe-climb, and I wanna see you do another foot-hang too."