Haunted (Alastor X Reader)

Chapter 56

"Did your mom like flowers?" You asked. Halting outside a flower shop and looking in through the window.

Alastor stopped walking and looked back at you. "She did." He answered, taking a few strides back and stood beside you. His vision fixed on the flowers inside before refocusing on your shared reflections in the glass window.

"What kind was her favorite?"

"Tiger lilies, why darling?"

"I wanna get her some." You said softly. A small but audible cough leaving your lips, covering your mouth with your inner elbow as you turned away for the brief moment.

"Are you feeling alright?" He asked, turning to look at you. "You've had that little cough on and off all morning."

"I'm alright Al."

"Are you sure?" He asked, raising a hand and resting the back of his hand against your forehead. "You feel awfully warm, dear."

"That's because it's like a hundred degrees outside," you chuckled, taking his hand away from your forehead and instead bringing it to your lips, kissing his knuckles before releasing his hand. The little action bringing a smirk to your lovers face. "Thank you but I'm okay. Probably just from all the weed we wound up smoking last night."

"So much." He agreed with a slight heaving sigh. "I think I got through at least 10 minutes into that program that was on the television before I realized they were speaking in Spanish."

"You were fucking baked." You giggled, walking in front of him and walking inside the flower shop. "It was adorable."

"I don't have the tolerance that your friends have!" He sighed with exasperation, holding the door open for you as you walked inside.

"Low tolerance just saves you more product and money," you shrugged. "Not a bad thing. Oo! Are those the right flowers, over there?"

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"I must admit it's a little strange to be back so soon." Alastor said softly, holding your hand in his and anxiously fidgeting his thumb along your skin. His nerves were a bit of a bust, which you could feel through his sudden slightly jittery nature.

"Are you okay, Alastor?"

"I'm quite alright, darling." He nodded. "Come along, it's this way."

Leading you through the cemetery you walked amongst the numerous headstones, reading off the names and dates as you passed each one. It was peaceful here in a quiet kind of way, some noise of traffic not too far off but the cemetery grounds were deathly still; pun intended.

Alastor silently welcomes the sun peaking out from behind the clouds every now and again as opposed to the drizzling rain that took place the last time he was here. In a cliché kind of way it made it feel like a more lighthearted and welcoming visit for him. He was also glad you were with him, how he wished you could actually meet his mother. He just knew she'd adore you. But if nothing else, this was okay too. He knew his mother was somewhere looking on and happy to see the two of you even if her presence wasn't tangible.

He was a little shaken inside as, unbeknownst to you at this point, it was going to be the last time he was planning on visiting. When the two of you come back home, he was planning on taking back his radio that was currently in your living room so no one could ever summon him from earth again. With that being said, there were a few things he wanted to say to the sweet woman who raised him while he had the chance; things he hadn't said before.

"Found yours..." you said quietly, slowing your walk and prompting him to stop along side you. You gazed at the radio-esque grave stone. For being almost a century old, the little landmark had been kept in very good condition. The carved text still clearly legible and the stone itself seemed to have a bit of a polish and shine to it. Alastor shuddered a little at the sight, that feeling of oddity creeping over him once again at being only a mere few feet above his own rotted carcass. Probably a bag of dust that was once a skeleton was all that remained of him.