Allergic to Empathy

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(CONTENT ADVISORY/ TW⚠️: depictions of PTSD and depression. Nuance of sexual assault in the form of a glimpse of the aftermath. Feelings of hopelessness, shame, and despair. Descriptions of heavy, unpleasant situations that may be uncomfortable to read for most people. Continue at your own risk, you have been warned.

Reminder: your trauma is not your fault and it does not define your worth. You didn't deserve the bad things that happened to you, and please know that just because you feel broken doesn't mean you aren't whole. You are seen, heard, and valid; and of course, you are loved and not alone. Please be kind to each other and be kind to yourselves.)

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You awoke with a start.

Springing upright in bed, your eyes scanned the room.

Not feeling quite sure just why you had abruptly stirred from your slumber, which only added to your acute confusion. But it wasn't sleep paralysis keeping you locked frozen in terror so mayhap you'll just count this as a blessing.

Looking about, you recognized Alastor's suite.

And a seemingly asleep Alastor lying beside you. Sharing his bed, but giving you ample room to yourself on your own side. His face adorably scrunched next to the pillow, the sound of a radio switching between stations emitting from him as if that was him snoring.

Fortunately you remembered falling asleep this time. He actually wound up doing it just before you did.

The alcohol had hit pretty hard at the end of the night and he welcomed you to stay over again. You obliged, both of you drunkenly giggling like teenagers with crushes until the booze swept both of you out of your wakened states. You fell asleep holding hands.

"How many times have I told you, the worst thing I'd do is kill you." Alastor said groggily. Barely opening his eyes as he rolled over onto his back. Your jumpiness inadvertently had awakened him.

You let out a laugh, which was more of a sigh of relief as your random sense of alarm began to dissipate.

"Yeah. You'd look me in the eyes while you strangled me, like a true gentleman." You joked.

He yawned, "With the tenderest grasp these hands are capable of, darling."

Opening his eyes, Alastor blinked a couple of times before sitting upright in bed. Throwing his legs over the side and setting his hooves upon the floor. He stretched his arms out straight, breathing into it and inadvertently popping his back in the process.

"That was nice!" He chirped. "I forget what wonders sleep can do."

Getting up from bed he straightened out his clothes and begun fixing his hair in a nearby mirror. You watched him quietly with your knees pulled close to your chest. Admiring with faint blush on your cheeks as he started rolling up his sleeves to his elbows.

"Would you like something to drink, my dear?" He asked. Glancing back up at you. "I was about to make coffee. I don't drink tea if that's what you prefer, but I can get you some."

Smiling, you accepted his offer with a polite nod; before looking off to the side and yawning gently into your hand. You rubbed your eyes tiredly before blinking your vision back into focus. Silently wondering to yourself how nice it must be to just wake up with gusto like Alastor could. Perks to not needing sleep to function.

Alastor waltzed over to the kitchenette and began to prepare morning beverages for the two of you. You finally got out of bed and stood up. Dazing tiredly out the nearby balcony window, it was daytime but not super light out just yet. You caught yourself in another moment of mental separation when the deer demon gently called your name, and you looked down to see his hand holding out a mug for you.

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