If this was an agreement, then it was a deal of some kind. Alastor must surely know that. But in this moment, he'd offered nothing. That was a rare kind of thrill, the knowing that this woman was agreeing to what he asked, without setting any terms by which he must abide. That was all he could ask for, all he could want.
He looked around at the little garden at his feet, at the encroaching cloud of dust, dismal and filmy, beyond the bubble of clear air around them. There was a sort of soft focus lent to the surrounding countryside - it almost looked dreamy, viewed through the film of dust. If only it was. The reality, out there, was death and ruin. It would be a shame for something so banal, so boring, to be visited upon his summoner.
His eyes, though narrowed, were bright. "Is that so?" he asked her, craning every so slightly forward again, into the shared space between them. "It doesn't come cheap," Alastor said. "Oh no. There's a price you have to pay to ride." This was punctuated by one finger thrust in the air, and his eyes closing momentarily as if in contentment, though it was anything but.
He paced off to the side, circling Lotte, examining her. He could see every grain of silt caught in the folds of her dress, every wrinkle there well worn in from over use. She had very little to her name, that he had long since been able to tell, and what he would give to dress her up in something more befitting her station. Though rest assured she didn't think of herself as having any station at all, and that was the appeal, really.
"Halloween is coming soon, isn't it?" He asked this as if it had nothing to do with what he'd said, but in truth, it was everything to do with it. His blood boiled, his face flushed with the idea. He wasn't sure it was possible, really. But he knew how to try, and knowing how to try was all that had ever gotten Alastor anywhere. "You'll have to cut me loose from my fetters." He rounded on her again, taking in the full moon of her face. "Does that appeal to you?"
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If this was an agreement, then it was a deal of some kind. Alastor must surely know that. But in this moment, he'd offered nothing. That was a rare kind of thrill, the knowing that this woman was agreeing to what he asked, without setting any terms by which he must abide. That was all he could ask for, all he could want.
He looked around at the little garden at his feet, at the encroaching cloud of dust, dismal and filmy, beyond the bubble of clear air around them. There was a sort of soft focus lent to the surrounding countryside - it almost looked dreamy, viewed through the film of dust. If only it was. The reality, out there, was death and ruin. It would be a shame for something so banal, so boring, to be visited upon his summoner.
His eyes, though narrowed, were bright. "Is that so?" he asked her, craning every so slightly forward again, into the shared space between them. "It doesn't come cheap," Alastor said. "Oh no. There's a price you have to pay to ride." This was punctuated by one finger thrust in the air, and his eyes closing momentarily as if in contentment, though it was anything but.
He paced off to the side, circling Lotte, examining her. He could see every grain of silt caught in the folds of her dress, every wrinkle there well worn in from over use. She had very little to her name, that he had long since been able to tell, and what he would give to dress her up in something more befitting her station. Though rest assured she didn't think of herself as having any station at all, and that was the appeal, really.
"Halloween is coming soon, isn't it?" He asked this as if it had nothing to do with what he'd said, but in truth, it was everything to do with it. His blood boiled, his face flushed with the idea. He wasn't sure it was possible, really. But he knew how to try, and knowing how to try was all that had ever gotten Alastor anywhere. "You'll have to cut me loose from my fetters." He rounded on her again, taking in the full moon of her face. "Does that appeal to you?"