I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 54

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Friday, August 10th, 1923
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It was around one-thirty in the morning that the telephone in the Levesque household began to ring. Amélie had gone downstairs for a glass of water so she was already up and downstairs.
Setting her glass down, she wrapped her robe tighter around her body as she made her way out to the hallway and picked up the receiver.

"Bonjour, Levesque."
She answered, expecting it to be something regarding the mother and child she had been tending to the last few days but paused when she heard the voice on the other end.
"Oh, I'm well thank you."
She responded with a small smile, pausing again as the person on the other end continued.
"I was a little restless is all, not to worry... yes, I can see if he's awake. Is everything alright, dear? ...Ah, yes, I understand. If you give me a moment, I'll go and see if he's awake... you're quite welcome."

Carefully setting the receiver down on the little table that accompanied the phone, Amélie made her way upstairs and to her son's bedroom.
"Alastor, dear?"
She said softly with a knock, unsure if Alastor was asleep or not.
"There's a telephone call for you."

Alastor wasn't aware of the time when the quiet knock on the door sounded. He had been sitting at his desk for much of that evening, writing, so the time seemed to fly by. He wasn't tired- or at least, that was what he told himself. He'd more or less convinced himself that his incapability to sleep that evening was not because Anthony wasn't with him, but for some other reason that he hadn't quite thought of yet.

Standing from his desk, Alastor looked to the clock in his room as he opened the door to his room and looked towards the stairs.
"Do you know who it is? At this hour?"
He asked as he began to make his way to the stairs. There was always the possibility that it was Anthony, but he was quite sure that the blonde had wanted to be alone that night.

Amélie would have answered but her son had already made his way down, though she followed so that she could finish her water and then get back to bed.

Regardless, giving Amélie his thanks for letting him know, Alastor brought the receiver up to his ear and spoke.
"Ah, bonjour? Qui est à l'appareil?"
[Hello? Who is on the phone?]

There was a pause on the other end of the call before the crackling voice finally came through.
"Hey, Al. Sorry if my buzz woke ya... I ah... I can't sleep and was wonderin' if maybe ya wanted t' meet me somewhere? If not, that's alright. I can wait 'till mornin'."
Anthony's voice sounded tired even through the distortion of the phone.

At the voice of his lover, albeit crackled, Alastor's shoulders visibly relaxed as he nodded.
"Oh, evening Anthony."
He spoke softly now.
"Yes, I am quite wide awake. I haven't slept yet. But yes, I wouldn't be opposed to meeting with you."
A small smile settled on his face now.
"Where would you perhaps like to meet? Nowhere is open I'm afraid, so we would have to settle for the outdoors."

Amélie shuffled past Alastor as he spoke on the phone, patting him lightly on the shoulder as a silent 'I'm going to bed, good night.' and then made her way back upstairs.

Alastor gave his mother a small wave as she walked up the stairs, his gaze then falling to the floor as Anthony continued on.

"Outside's fine. I think it's rainin' a little though. Not hard, and I don't think it's gunna last long either."
The Italian replied.
"Wanna say we meet at the tree?"
He asked, knowing Alastor knew which tree he meant specifically.

"If you know the way there, then, by all means, my dear."
Alastor nodded. Their tree wasn't too far from where Anthony was staying and if Alastor wanted to get there soon, he would have to be leaving about now. The last streetcar of the evening had most likely already stopped, so he'd have to walk.