My eyes flutter open. I slowly look around. Red curtains. Pink floors. My Shadow looks at me. My eyes close once again but only for a moment. I feel the hot sun on my face. It's quiet. I feel a little better.
"Nghhh..." I open my eyes fully.
I turn my head to the left. The smell. Blood and perfume. Also, a tint of rose blossom water. I struggle to sit up. Damn this wound. My Shadow helps me up. I gasp in the air. How long was I out??
"Good morning, Alastor." Rosie comes in.
"Ah Rosie. I should've guessed that this was your home." I say through winces.
"I thought you might be hungry. Want some Hors d' Oeuvers?" She asks.
She hands me a tray of distributed human body parts. Eyeballs. Guts. Flesh.
"Why thank you." I say grabbing one.
"How ya feeling?" She asks.
"Sort of splendid." I wince.
"Yeah, you had a pretty nasty wound." She says.
"I can only imagine. How did the rest of the day go?" I ask.
"We won! But Sir Pentious kind of hit the dust." She says.
"He's dead?" I ask.
She nods.
"Oh..." I look down.
She lifts my head up.
"How long was I out?" I ask.
"Three days Alastor." She says.
"Three days?" I look at her suprised.
She nods.
"Aw shit." I slap my forehead.
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ℛꕤ𓍼⋆ ℱഒǂ⋆ (Rose Fire)
RomanceThis takes place after season 1. I totally ship Alastor and Rosie. They are beautiful together. Alastor is almost dead fortunately Rosie saves him. It'll take a couple of days before his wound actually heals. But... greater trouble is afoot. A great...
