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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Because if they did and he doesn't even remember any of it–at least it explains why he woke up half-naked, which wasn't really surprising for him since he often sleeps without a shirt on–then... Alastor was seriously going to ask her to punch him upside down the head or just, ahem, hopefully reenact what happened last night... pretty please with cherry on top.


Maybe that will give him his memories back. Not to take advantage of the situation but... yeah. But holy hell, their first time! Alastor almost wanted to scream at how unfair it was my memories, GIVE THEM BACK DAMN IT!


As if to shatter his wandering thoughts, Winters suddenly hurled her phone at him and Alastor let out an unholy screech when it struck him square on the face.


Holding his face, he glared up at her but immediately wilted when she gave him such an angry stare that he was sure if she looked at him a second more like that, he's going to start crying again like a little kid.


Chapter 44: What it means to fall (part 2)