ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇs ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ. Alastor x OC

To The Park

July 23
2019

I got out of bed, and began my schedule like usual.
Eat, get ready, find friends. Luckily I had holidays.
Wearing a black with abstract neon shapes shirt, I tucked it into light blue jean shorts with a belt visible. I pulled my wavy hair into a ponytail and made it fluffy on purpose.

As I walked to the park to find the weird event that I thought would be fun because I've literally done nothing, I realized I forgot to find Alastor. Eh. He always shows up either precisely on time or earlier. I assumed he'd be at the park awaiting me.

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I walked over to the park. It wasn't much of a park. Some dead trees and grass and a few benches. Hell cant be very creative with the limited access to lively plants.
I found Alastor with his arms tightly crossed. He just tucked his undershirt into his pants. Alastor looked like he would die on the spot. I choked as I stifled a laugh.
Walking over, I shook my head. "Yeah. Let's... not go here. Bad idea. I assume you wouldn't want to be here, and also because everyone fears you." I raised an eyebrow. Alastor nodded, looking relieved. "Yes. PLEASE. Before I kill whoever decided this would be a good idea." He hissed. "So. Me and the host?" I jutted out my hips and crossed my arms.
"Ahem. Well. Maybe not you." Alastor looked me up and down. I straightened my back and threw my shoulders back. "Am I not strong enough for you?" I asked him, purposely making my voice deep and haughty. "Likely not. Now let's go back to the hotel." Alastor brushed past me. "Already?" I whined a little but obliged, not wanting to be a brat. "To change, Aurora. I'm not embarrassing myself and walking around in... this." His voice was slick with disgust and disapproval.
I looked at him. "It's not.. bad. Just, interesting." I told Alastor. "Well, I don't like this at all. I mean, you look fine." Alastor replied, walking stiffly and awkwardly. Most people were dressed similar. "This is HELL. Why are people going to an event at a "park" thing?" I wrinkled my nose in confusion. "Well, some demons are weak and actually choose to have positive emotions." Alastor explained simply. "You've had emotions. Don't think you're all bad, serious, overlord and the one that reigns over Hell, only second to Lucifer himself." I sneered. "Uh huh. If you insist, dear." Alastor rolled his eyes a little. "See? You call people dear and sweetheart." I elbowed him. He leaned away. "Isn't that politeness?" Alastor asked, confused. "Yeah. In the early 1900s. In 2019, it's like literally every drunkard here takes that as a flirt or a jeer." I explained to him to make it clear. "Well, then the 2000s is a terrible year." Alastor said flatly. "Being polite isn't flirting." Alastor pointed out.
We walked in silence for a few moments, as I thought about what to say back to him. "Being polite is like "Please, thank you, pardon, you're welcome. That stuff, I guess." I shrugged and kept walking. "So, kissing hands isn't a thing anymore?" He tilted his head at me. "Haven't you picked up on ANY of this?" I stopped and extended my arms to gesture around us.

Demons glared coldly as they passed each other on the blood crusted sidewalks. Lights flickered, and shadowy people plucked wallets from unsuspecting demons walking by. Small gang fights were slightly visible in alleyways. "I'm actually very observant. This is Hell, so it's obvious. But I have no idea what's happening on Earth." Alastor locked eyes with me. "Hey. I died earlier than you, so wouldn't you know?" I muttered back and kept walking. If he would be both salty and sour then very well, I'll give up on breaking him. Until late at night, that is...

Let me break the fourth wall here. No. No no no no no. I am NOT doing that. I know what you're thinking, and I'm not going to do what you think. Not a chance. Hey, hey hey hey, don't you dare think that I'm wrong and we're going to anyways. No thank YOU. Jeez...

As we arrived at the hotel, I pushed the doors open for him. Walking there and back probably took two hours.
Angel, Charlie, and Vaggie were flopped like bags of jelly on the hotel lobby furniture. "Ooooohhhhh. What a surpriiiiiiise. They're out alone agaaaiiiin." Angel moaned, sounding both sarcastic and tired. "I agree with the spider." Vaggie raised a finger before flopping her hand down on the back of the couch. The hard part. "OUCH!" She growled and grabbed her wrist. "Haaaaaaa haaaa ha." Angel laughed slowly. "You guys are either drunk or stayed up for two nights and days straight." I snickered. "Hungover and stayed up." Vaggie slurred, before snores were heard by her couch. The back of the couch faced us so all we could see were her shoes. "Heeeeeey mooooooooth get uuuuuup we have wooork, Charlie's gonna beat our aaaaaaassssess." Angel stood up and waved around a little as he got up.
God, he looked horrible. His hair was disheveled and greasy. Angel's eyes were half closed and black just from bags hanging under his eyes. His clothes were dirty and his neck was unsurprisingly purple and blue, except for right under his chin.. mouth.. face.. thing. Under his head. Yeah. "I got more moooney because I see you staaaaaaaring and probably wondering whyyyyy." Angel smiled a lopsided smile before flopping back down. "Assuming you two hooked up?" Angel hiccuped and snorted before laughing. "NO." We said in unison. I looked up at Alastor and shook my head before looking over at Charlie, who was passed out with a pen pressed against her cheek and papers stuck on her clothes and hair. I pulled Alastor upstairs to my room. "Yo. Hook up for me it'll be funny. Bet he's good anyways. Real good. He looks good. Maybe. He won't let me test my guesses." Angel giggled like a little girl. We ignored him and his weird hungover and sleep deprived state as I yanked Alastor up the stairs and into my room. "Angel is as dumb as a brainless sheep." Alastor raised his chin. I laughed at the.. well.. creative insult. "Couldn't agree more. We're not even in a relationship." Scoffing, I fell back onto my bed. Of course, my dumb self decided it was a good idea to get winded from landing on the memory foam pillows.
I wheezed and gasped, trying to regain my breath. Alastor raised an eyebrow and used the end of the bed to prop his head up with his hands. "Really?" He looked at me, flattening both of his eyes to look bored.

When I could eventually breathe, I glared at him. "Really. I didn't know those were THAT hard." I said in my defence, smoothing out my ears which just puffed out again. I crossed my arms as static fluffed up my hair more than it already was. "You look so weird right now." Alastor eyed my head. "Noted." I replied flatly. "I may as well shower. If you'd like you can stay here but don't snoop around like last time." I grumbled, rooting through my closet to grab some random clothes and lingerie as well as two towels before I opened the door to the bathroom, stepping in.

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I finally rinsed the rest of the conditioner out of my hair. Turning off the water, I stepped out of the shower. Twisting the smaller towel around my hair, I grabbed the bigger one. I haven't  heard Alastor moving around yet so I assumed he passed out.
Well, I was wrong.
"Aurora?" Alastor cracked the door open a little, I guess he thought I was done. I instantly shoved the door shut and wrapped the towel around my body. Stupid hotel with no locks on doors. "AHEM." I loudly cleared my throat. It was as though I could hear his silent embarrassment as he refused to respond. Dramatically rolling my eyes, I swiftly dried myself off and rubbed my hair furiously with the towel before brushing it. Slipping on my loose afternoon clothes, I swung the door open with my eyes narrowed.

Alastor was sitting calmly at the side of the bed with his back facing me, reading a newspaper as though nothing happened. The bed sheets leading from the door to his seating spot were crumpled and messy. He must've scrambled there in a hurry. "Oh, a ghost opened my door. It knew my name. Weird, huh?" I placed my hands on the bed and glared at the back of his head. "Yes, quite weird." Alastor adjusted the newspaper and pretended to not pay attention to what I was saying. "Uh huh. VERY weird." I snapped, making a growl-like noise in the back of my throat in annoyance. Alastor laid the front half of his body onto the bed, his head facing up. "It was an accident. Well, sorry." Alastor seemed confused by apologizing, as he probably didn't do so in Hell very often. My face heated up a little and I huffed. "Apology accepted. No more assumptions, alright?" I looked down my nose at him and he nodded.

It was surprisingly evening by now. Guess we'd taken longer than we thought walking around and chatting. For probably the millionth time I flopped back onto my bed. "What now? I'm out of ideas." I stared up at my ceiling. "I'm going to bed, dear." Alastor replied, his staff vanishing. I never knew how or why that happened. It just vanishes. Shrugging it off, I yawned. "I will too." I crawled into the sheets. After what seemed like seconds, I fell asleep.