Overlooking Overlords

O2. Radio Static II

GN!Reader x Human!Alastor
—Soulmate AU
—Angst
NOTES: This is a continuation of the previous part.

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It became tomorrow all too soon. Soon after you and your company had left the radio station corner, you returned home to take care of your father. It had become more and more routine to go out with your Aunt Lu as the days ticked down in a spire for your father.

You were dressed relatively nice. Or at least what you considered to be dressing nicely causal. The outfit was simple in nature; nothing too out of the ordinary in this part of town. Little bits of thinly chained metal also hung from around your neck, each decorated in small trinkets and jewels. You thought it added just the right touch the outfit.

"This is the place," you mumbled to yourself, crumpling the scrap of paper Aunt Lu's girlfriend had written down in loopy letters and shoving it into your pocket. Checking your reflection once more in the shiny storefront window, you fixed up your appearance just so.

     Stepping into the radio station was like entering a different world entirely. Half of it was filled to the brim with shelves upon shelves of old trinkets. An assortment of these antiques piqued your interest. The most interesting by far was a silver pocket watch. You picked it up, intrigued by the intricate detailing on the sides. On the top portion of it displayed a deer carved in silver with small red detailing.

You turned it over and the other side had a smaller, less detailed version of your favorite animal. What a coincidence. Opening the watch's clasp revealed much of the same beautiful details, all in varying shades of red and some in (f/c).

"Are you going to buy that? Or just gawk?" A man's voice called from a few mere paces away. He was dressed nicely. He thought well of himself, from what you could tell.

A handsome man with short brown hair and black oval framed glasses stood polishing a brass chalice while he stared. He wore a white button down shirt with a striking red vest over it. His eyes were an even darker brown color than his hair. And, all in all, he was simply just captivating.

"Need I repeat myself, my dear?" He spoke up again. His voice was smooth, but still managed to have a raspy crackle to it.

"Pardon me," you replied, blinking away your fascination. "I was just admiring that, uh, cup you're holding. It's very beautifully detailed. As are a lot of trinkets in this store."

He chuckled. And oh my hellfire did it make you melt. "This is an ancient chalice from who knows when. It is not a cup."

"Sorry, I don't know my chalice history?" Your voice curved up into a questioning tone. Were chalices not just fancy cups? Or had someone been lying to you during those extended periods of history classes you sat through. Damn your old teachers. This was embarrassing. And it was clearly their fault if you messed up this first impression. "I'll work on it, I guess."

The man laughed again. It was such a beautiful melody to your ears. Would it be wrong to this infatuated with a man who could easily not be your soulmate? Either way wow, just wow. "I jest, my dear. My name is Alastor; I own this quaint, little radio station. Alongside that I am also the owner of this portion of this fine antique establishment."

"Alastor," you repeated. How it sounded even better aloud. You had been intrigued greatly by the mere mention of it yesterday, but saying it aloud...It was far different, to say the least. Saying the name aloud produced a warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest that spread throughout your body and sent tingles down your fingers. "Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N."