Against his better judgment, Alastor reached down for the bottle on the floor, and took a drink straight from it. Or rather, against any judgment at all; he didn't think about it, just did it. There was a heady indulgence in this, in deciding he didn't mind losing some of his faculties. And really, it made the rest of it more bearable. If he drank, he wouldn't notice the temporary weakness in his magic, the feeling that if something tried to break his body now, it might achieve its goal, if only for a brief period of time.
"It can be," he mused, his tongue briefly touching the mouth of the bottle. "It's all a choice, isn't it? Keeping a pregnancy, keeping a child alive. They're frightfully easy to dispense with, you know."
Tomorrow, things would be different. He would be strong again, less human than he was at the moment, and so that, the moment, felt like something to savor. There was only a slight paranoia bubbling in him that anyone would come for him soon. They were all compelled to finish their ride, and so he had the night. Nothing he did now mattered, and that was a freeing thing. There would be no one like Lotte to pull any of them from their horses, to give them the freedom to pursue him, if they even thought to dare. My, but how the queen must be fuming.
"Right you are," he agreed. "That's no small part of why I did away with my dear father."</p
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Against his better judgment, Alastor reached down for the bottle on the floor, and took a drink straight from it. Or rather, against any judgment at all; he didn't think about it, just did it. There was a heady indulgence in this, in deciding he didn't mind losing some of his faculties. And really, it made the rest of it more bearable. If he drank, he wouldn't notice the temporary weakness in his magic, the feeling that if something tried to break his body now, it might achieve its goal, if only for a brief period of time.
"It can be," he mused, his tongue briefly touching the mouth of the bottle. "It's all a choice, isn't it? Keeping a pregnancy, keeping a child alive. They're frightfully easy to dispense with, you know."
Tomorrow, things would be different. He would be strong again, less human than he was at the moment, and so that, the moment, felt like something to savor. There was only a slight paranoia bubbling in him that anyone would come for him soon. They were all compelled to finish their ride, and so he had the night. Nothing he did now mattered, and that was a freeing thing. There would be no one like Lotte to pull any of them from their horses, to give them the freedom to pursue him, if they even thought to dare. My, but how the queen must be fuming.
"Right you are," he agreed. "That's no small part of why I did away with my dear father."</p