Lotte thought it was rather bold to ask for assistance as a victim of similar circumstances and then state there was a price - but of course there was. Nothing was given without something else being taken away, and whatever creature or force held Alastor, it would not be easily persuaded to release him. Lotte claimed little knowledge into the workings of hell, or what being a deal maker like Alastor entailed, but she was certain a man such as this wouldn't be subservient to anyone if there was any choice in the matter.
They were alike in that way, too.
Lotte stood with her shoulders back, chin titled up as he circled around her, tried not to be shaken by the way his glowing, narrowed eyes bore into her, like he was looking at every atom that made her up and beyond.
"Nothing worth having comes cheap, and outstretched hands rarely come with no strings attached. I think I know that about as well as you." she hummed, "Well, nearly." Her eyes following him as he circled her.
Except that privately, Lotte didn't plan on asking Alastor to do more than he'd offered. Oddly, she found that the idea of escaping off into the night with Alastor was plenty exhilarating on its own... and she thought, too, that they'd come to some sort of tenuous and tentative agreement between them, not to play tricks. To dictate to Alastor would have been to break with that gossamer bond, and likely be considered quite rude.
Though tossed in casually, there was little to wonder about the significance of Halloween. Lotte may not have had much in the way of literature on witchcraft, but she wouldn't have needed it to identify the feeling of the veil between worlds turning paper thin every Samhain. She'd known that like a splinter deep in her bones long before she could have called herself a witch of any kind.
"It sounds like a challenge, which we both know appeals to me," she said, the words accompanied by a half smirk that curled over her lips and sparked something in her eyes, embers burning and curling through sage. "But what exactly does that entail... breaking you from your infernal bonds?"
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Lotte thought it was rather bold to ask for assistance as a victim of similar circumstances and then state there was a price - but of course there was. Nothing was given without something else being taken away, and whatever creature or force held Alastor, it would not be easily persuaded to release him. Lotte claimed little knowledge into the workings of hell, or what being a deal maker like Alastor entailed, but she was certain a man such as this wouldn't be subservient to anyone if there was any choice in the matter.
They were alike in that way, too.
Lotte stood with her shoulders back, chin titled up as he circled around her, tried not to be shaken by the way his glowing, narrowed eyes bore into her, like he was looking at every atom that made her up and beyond.
"Nothing worth having comes cheap, and outstretched hands rarely come with no strings attached. I think I know that about as well as you." she hummed, "Well, nearly." Her eyes following him as he circled her.
Except that privately, Lotte didn't plan on asking Alastor to do more than he'd offered. Oddly, she found that the idea of escaping off into the night with Alastor was plenty exhilarating on its own... and she thought, too, that they'd come to some sort of tenuous and tentative agreement between them, not to play tricks. To dictate to Alastor would have been to break with that gossamer bond, and likely be considered quite rude.
Though tossed in casually, there was little to wonder about the significance of Halloween. Lotte may not have had much in the way of literature on witchcraft, but she wouldn't have needed it to identify the feeling of the veil between worlds turning paper thin every Samhain. She'd known that like a splinter deep in her bones long before she could have called herself a witch of any kind.
"It sounds like a challenge, which we both know appeals to me," she said, the words accompanied by a half smirk that curled over her lips and sparked something in her eyes, embers burning and curling through sage. "But what exactly does that entail... breaking you from your infernal bonds?"