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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He looked just as surprised as her and he blinked not only once but twice before wrenching himself away from her arms even though a part of him screeched at being torn apart from his mate without a warning... while a larger part of him was completely horrified at what he just said, how desperate he sounded. 


"Wait Winters, it's not what you think, I wasn't threatening to off myself! I didn't mean it to sound like that, I just..." he waved his hands helplessly about, "I just–well, you know, you're from the underworld, right? I mean, you live there!"


Was it just him or Winters looked actually hurt by that?


"Of course," her voice was soft, so unbearably soft that it almost sounded like a mournful whisper, "...you think I belong amongst the dead."


Chapter 32: I don't wanna live forever (part 1)