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the terrible fire of old regret is honey on my tongue

I feel it in my blood
In the fire and the flood
The beast that can't be killed
Even now you mark my steps
Lovely bitter water
All the days of our delights are poison in my veins
I know I shouldn't love you
I know

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A quick flick of his wrist, a change in the position of his long, clawed fingers was all it took for tomatoes to disappear, immediately replaced by strawberries to Lotte's utter delight. Lotte finished the tomato, strolled over to the strawberries and plucked a few, looking them over. Perfectly red and ripe... "I would think scripture has to rely on not telling you a good deal of what really was or is. Too much knowledge and you start to wonder what else you're not being told."

Her teeth sunk into the plump strawberry, so ripe the juice flooded her mouth and coated her fingers, and Lotte had never been so pleased to feel a mess. Maybe she'd simply never felt this pleased at all! She swirled each finger in her mouth to suck them clean once she'd swallowed the fruit itself, perfectly careless about the traces of red liquid that stained her lips and rested in the little upturned divots at the corners of her mouth.

"You remain, far and away, my favorite thing I've ever done." She hummed cheerfully, a well-earned, genuine admiration in her tone along with that liquored smoothness, that tipped up as a bright grin split her face. He was very impressive. The concept of magic like this would have been beyond her imagination a few weeks ago. Yet here he was, conjuring things left and right. And he hadn't asked for a single thing in return, this time. "I bet you really could bring this whole place back to life like it was nothing if I asked you to."

Lotte plucked a few more tomato leaves, taking in the spice of their scent as she walked back over to him, turning on her heel to stare at the garden she'd come into possession of with a little wobble. Truth be told she was tempted to eat every single piece of fruit this very instant but she was used to eating so little it, in combination with the whiskey, might have made her sick.

"Alastor..." Lotte began, then paused, swaying a little as she considered the tomato leaves. "Why did I get you? When you came that first time, was it dumb luck? Or did you choose to come?"