Strings of Fate

Chapter 26: Lover

Alastor's POV:

-So? What actually happened, Alastor?

That was the only thing my darling was asking, in a somewhat of rough and a tad lower noted than usual, since they woke up from their sleep. That, the silently groaning at their pounding migraine that they couldn't get rid of.

-Nothing much of a story to be told, my dear, but if that would make you happy to know what happened to you, I do not see why I should not tell you. Here's what happened...

 

That's so annoying...

For the past minute, I had to act like a somehow of a hatstand for a drunk, giggling woman clinging to me like I was a lifebuoy. Quite annoying if I could be much more than honest.

But it's them, so it is less annoying that it should usually be.

In general, I do not like that type of touch at all. Hell, I would probably say I do not appreciate any physical contact. However, their touch was not as bad as some other sinners' touch would be. Weirdly enough.

I do wonder how reckless they got to be this wasted...

In the snap of my fingers, my vest was around their shoulders, covering what some folks of our time would refer as controversy, and keeping them enough close to not let any too unwanted sinners near them.

That is not jealousy, that is what any gentlemen would do.

Not like he should try to do anything funny more than having them on a leash. Or may I call it more like a string we shall remove from around their neck.

But I have a greater and important mission now: make sure this little darling ain't getting near anyone that will touch them.

Again, this is no possessiveness or jealousy. I am doing what a gentleman would do.

However, I could say that this didn't went like I wanted it to go like.

Let me get this more clear for you folks.

-I love you Alastor~ hic I'm sorry I still love you even when you made it clear you were rejecting me, but I never got those feelings before you. I know you may not be the romantical one, hic and I'll let you the time you need. I'll wait for you if it means I can be yours.

This is at this moment that I knew it was too late for me to say anything back yet when the gentle of their lips carressed mines into a soft embrace that seemed too short for our liking. No sinners were looking at us... Excepted that extravagant bird hiding with his hand the ghost child's eyes that were looking in our direction precisely. Great.

And when their lips' faded, their giggles started all over again to my face, which probably showed a tad of surprise to their sudden, however not hated, gesture. And, as a matter of fact, they almost fell to the ground from that adorable, or annoying, whatever is they would prefer, tipsy state, so I had to catch them to not fall-