Lotte watched her own fingers pass through the shadow, and noted that her touch translated from it to Alastor with no small amount of curiosity.
This close, she could smell the whiskey and smoke on his breath, only part cigar, though she kept her eyes on his, admired how they sparkled mischievously even now amidst their human limitations. She bet he was popular when he was alive, Alastor. There was something captivating about him, the way he phrased things, the way he hung on her every word. The sort of easy manners that made you want to engage, want to hear what he had to say and get happily lost in a conversation.
The sort of charisma that got people off their guard, too. She imagined that came in handy, as a killer.
Lotte planted her palm on the mattress closer to his chest and leaned heavily on it, inclining into his space like she was telling him a secret. "Even you."
She'd been prepared to do that when she'd first called him up, all those weeks ago. Lotte pulled back a little and stole the cigar once more, "How, though, I've got no idea. Sheer force of will?"
Smoking wasn't something she was used to, but she was catching on quickly enough. "You said yourself I can't be reasoned with." Lotte exhaled with a smirk as she recalled his earlier teasing. "Doubt I doubt outwit you, but you were seemed to have trouble keeping your composure around my blood. Maybe that's something."
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Lotte watched her own fingers pass through the shadow, and noted that her touch translated from it to Alastor with no small amount of curiosity.
This close, she could smell the whiskey and smoke on his breath, only part cigar, though she kept her eyes on his, admired how they sparkled mischievously even now amidst their human limitations. She bet he was popular when he was alive, Alastor. There was something captivating about him, the way he phrased things, the way he hung on her every word. The sort of easy manners that made you want to engage, want to hear what he had to say and get happily lost in a conversation.
The sort of charisma that got people off their guard, too. She imagined that came in handy, as a killer.
Lotte planted her palm on the mattress closer to his chest and leaned heavily on it, inclining into his space like she was telling him a secret. "Even you."
She'd been prepared to do that when she'd first called him up, all those weeks ago. Lotte pulled back a little and stole the cigar once more, "How, though, I've got no idea. Sheer force of will?"
Smoking wasn't something she was used to, but she was catching on quickly enough. "You said yourself I can't be reasoned with." Lotte exhaled with a smirk as she recalled his earlier teasing. "Doubt I doubt outwit you, but you were seemed to have trouble keeping your composure around my blood. Maybe that's something."