Scars Of The Wicked (Alastor X Reader)

Chapter 24: Burden of Gravity

(TW: mention of miscarriage. Proceed with caution.)
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Knock

Knock

"Permission to enter, sweetheart?"

"Permission granted." You called out pleasantly. Seeing the door open behind you and your lover enter your suite as you fussed with your hair in the mirror, before just letting it down and huffing in defeat.

"Something the matter?" He asked as he walked over to you.

"My hair has a mind of it's own today. I'm tired of fighting with it." You said flatly. Your shoulders slumped a little as you heaved another sigh. "Well, I tried to doll myself up for you." You said with a meek smile, gesturing down to the loose fitted shirt you had tucked into a mid-thigh length black skirt, a bit of makeup and some light perfume. Nothing super extravagant, but you looked lovely nonetheless.

"My dear you don't have to try, I find you stunning no matter what." He tried to reassure you. "I think you look absolutely gorgeous."

"I'm glad you think so." You said sincerely. "You look handsome, as always."

"Thank you my love... Hm." Alastor rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger as he thought, sensing your lack of satisfaction. "Well, I was going to surprise you with this toward the end of our evening, but it gives me an idea." Looking over at him you watched as he summoned a bouquet of assorted red, black, and even white roses with a simple flick of his wrist.

He handed you the bouquet, but not before taking one of the red roses from the bundle and cutting the stem shorter with his talon. Carefully and swiftly he then braided the rose into your hair, the colors of your hair weaving beautifully in contrast with the bold red. For a second your kind eyes met his and he paused for only a mere moment, just smiling sweetly back at you as he just admired your features. His heart melting within his chest at the sight, as if it was the first time he laid eyes on you. Funny what little things like this can make a person feel like they're falling in love all over again, and you did that to him just by existing.

Satisfied with how it looked and confident that it was secured, he smiled proudly and turned you to face the mirror once more. A ghost of a laugh escaped your jaws as you admired his beautiful handiwork. "Amazing what an added touch like that can do." You said, your lips curled into a smile as you gazed at your reflection and then down at the bouquet. "Thank you, Alastor."

"Of course my little darling." His signature smile softening.

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"So hun," your voice cooed in his ear, slightly above normal volume so he may hear you in the crowded lounge. The buck humming in acknowledgement as he raised his glass to his lips. "You didn't tell me that Charlie had a new patient coming in today."

He swallowed the amber liquid and looked back at you. That signature grin widening. "You're right I didn't," he smacked his lips before taking another swig and set the glass back down. "That was before I knew of his previous profession. Otherwise I thought it wouldn't be too much of news to you."

"Fair," you nodded. He furrowed a brow in curiosity as your soft expression slowly shifted to a more excited smile. "But guess what I found out about him?" You asked, almost bouncing in your seat a little. Alastor chuckled at your lighthearted state and leaned in a little. Lids closing halfway as he looked upon you with curiosity and amusement.

"What did you find out, my dear?" He cooed.

"I used to know him." You said. Unable to keep the grin from widening on your face, your eyes and nose crinkling cutely adding to the joyous expression. "He was a friend of mine that I worked with."