With her task done, Proserpina gently tugged off of her gloves and half-turned away from him, the shadows already growing to take her home… but Alastor suddenly held his hand out, his fingers very nearly touching the shadow as he stood up, as if intending to follow her.

At that, Proserpina wordlessly commanded the shadows to disperse all at once before it stole his. She glared at the stormy skies, her gaze tired and accusing because she was so certain that somewhere out there in the clouds, way up high in Mount Olympus... there was a certain goddess of love laughing while watching Proserpina's current dilemma.

Then again, it could be Eros for all she knew…

"Are you deaf or are you dense?" Proserpina snapped, not bothering to look behind her, "I am not interested."

"Is this because I'm a werewolf?"

–Excerpt from Chapter IV: Touch Me Not

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"We share a bond. We do everything together. We have a piece of strong, invisible thread connecting us. It's indestructible – it can never be broken. The thread is the key item that links us together. We understand each other." 


When Proserpina woke up for the second time that day, her room was already dark thanks to the setting sun, the shadows dark and dense and writhing around her, almost protectively. 


She sighed at their nagging, dismissing them with barely a flick of her fingers and deciding to finally get up... especially at sensing William's soul moving about downstairs. The annoyance radiating off of him was palpable and honestly kind of disconcerting.


Despite how much she enjoyed teasing him when they were younger, it never sat well with her whenever William was actually angry at her.


Chapter 29: Flesh and Blood