Soulmates From Below ~AlastorxReader~

Chapter 13

Alastor had been gone the rest of the day. After the kitchen incident, you decided it was time to get some work done. After going up stairs, you cleaned your room for the rest of the day. Well, not cleaned, but more so organized it. Niffty thankfully cleaned your room every day for you. The idea of organizing your room was not solely for the act of doing so, but it was more of a metaphor for organizing yourself. While going through your closet, you rearranged everything from shirts and sweaters to pants and skirts. Every time you went through your clothes, you thanked Vaggie for being so generous.

This time to yourself was much needed. You were alone, it was quiet, and you were able to try and sort your thoughts. Of course, most of the adversity you faced at the moment stemmed from Alastor. Since you met him, saw those fiery eyes in person, you knew he was the one. Why he was from the past, you did not know. All you knew was you two were meant to be. But if you bother were destined to be together....then why? Why did he treat you the way he does? His actions are always carried out with poise and dominance, but his words were colder than death. Even after knowing what you are (supposed) to (be to) him...he still treats you like a play thing. 

Sheer entertainment.

He started out so kind, so gentlemanly. Then out of no where he became a total asshole. And now....now you didn't know what to think. The trust you had for his character is gone, but you keep getting pulled toward him. Why was he being nice all the sudden? What could he want to discuss tomorrow night? And why.....why would a demon like him ever apologize?

After your work day, you put your hands on your hips and let out a satisfied sigh. Everything was were it should be. Even though you still had many questions, you felt content with what you had accomplished for now. Everything would be answered in time. 

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You woke up the next afternoon feeling refreshed. 

Tonight was the night. 

You and Alastor would discuss everything and you'd finally be able to tell him how you felt. After completing your usual morning routine, you made your way downstairs and spotted Husk at his usual spot behind the bar. As soon as you saw him, the memories from the previous afternoon flooded your mind. 

When you opened your eyes, you found Husk above you, his hands on both sides of your head. Your food sizzled on the stove, the heat rising in the room. You blushed, his wings extended around your body to break your fall.

Shaking your head, you walked over and took a seat. After shifting around uncomfortably for a few moments, you spoke.

"Husk?"

He sighed, sounding annoyed, "What?"

"Uh...what's wrong?" you asked, even if you knew it might upset him. 

However, it did the opposite.

His heart thumped. No one has ever asked him that so genuinely. No one has ever been so concerned for him....not that he could remember anyway. 

"Nothing" he replied, taking a swig from a round, dark green bottle.

"I'm-" you hesitated for a moment, but then decided to rip the band-aid, "I'm not bothered by what happened yesterday morning! I'm sorry for being so clumsy!" Your head lowered slightly to convey your apology.

His figure turned around to face you, shivers unnoticeably running up his spine. Husk's usual scowl turned into a softened frown. He was shocked and pissed at the same time and didn't know how to handle it. Immediately, you braced yourself for anything he could possible do or say in regards to your (embarrassing) outburst.