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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Proserpina tried not to tear the blankets weighing uncomfortably down on her but she did not dare to release her grip on the stuffed toy just in case William notices the way her ungloved hands tremble, suddenly feeling like the walls were closing in on her as she held the toy with her other hand. It was a silly thing to do, to continue to cling on an old doll as an adult, as a goddess for protection.


She desperately tried to think of an answer over the faint trembling of her hands, "The usual thing that happens when the curse was triggered, I told you this already."


"Yes Winters, you vaguely told me what you feel during your episodes," her brother groused, his fingers digging on his arms as he glared down at her, "...but not what you remember last night. Stop stalling already!"


(Proserpina isn't sure if she should be proud or annoyed that she had taught him how to read people so well.)


Chapter 27: A matter of love and death (part 2)