All of Alastor was difficult to look at, but only in the way that human eyes never seemed to want to focus on the strange and unusual for too long. Something ancient in their wiring, perhaps, a kind of survival instinct. Looking at something meant it could look back, after all. Alastor's eyes reminded her of her little stove with the door shut, flames glowing behind the bars, barely contained, really, along with the buzzing of electricity from the static almost felt like the charge in the air before a storm. He was excited, and for better or worse it was contagious.
Lotte watched his finger wag at her, amused by the performance and for drama's sake, took a moment to look around at the barren wasteland surrounding them before answering.
"Hmm... Well, I don't see anyone to talk to, other than you, so I think your secret's safe with me."
She turned on a heel, turning with him as he paced and listening to information he scattered in his wake, like seeds in the ground, taking root deep in Lotte's chest.
"She rides through rural Oklahoma, does she? Surprised I never caught that before." Lotte quipped, teased a little because Alastor was nothing if not witholding on the details of their new arrangement.
What she knew of All Hallow's Eve and spirits passing into this world hadn't included the knowledge that Lucifer himself stepped on mortal ground. Beyond that, she had little idea who the Queen of Hell might be... but confident in herself as she was feeling currently, Lotte wondered if she would actually be able to break Alastor from his binds. What might happen to her if she failed. Losing her powers, being taken prisoner, or dragged down to hell prematurely... all had varying degrees of disagreeable consequences... but the worst, more nagging notion was what might happen to him should she fail. Nothing too dire, if he was willing to take the risk to begin with... Alastor didn't gamble recklessly, she reckoned.
Which either meant that they had a good chance, or the outcome was worth the risk. To him, anyway... but maybe to her, too.
Her eyes raised to meet his, and she took the sting from the glow of them in her stride, moving to stop his circling and stand in front of him. "So on this midnight ride, I'm to... what? Drag you from your horse and abscond with you? Keep you here beyond when the veil closes? Invite the queen of hell for tea in my shack and reason with her for your release?"
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All of Alastor was difficult to look at, but only in the way that human eyes never seemed to want to focus on the strange and unusual for too long. Something ancient in their wiring, perhaps, a kind of survival instinct. Looking at something meant it could look back, after all. Alastor's eyes reminded her of her little stove with the door shut, flames glowing behind the bars, barely contained, really, along with the buzzing of electricity from the static almost felt like the charge in the air before a storm. He was excited, and for better or worse it was contagious.
Lotte watched his finger wag at her, amused by the performance and for drama's sake, took a moment to look around at the barren wasteland surrounding them before answering.
"Hmm... Well, I don't see anyone to talk to, other than you, so I think your secret's safe with me."
She turned on a heel, turning with him as he paced and listening to information he scattered in his wake, like seeds in the ground, taking root deep in Lotte's chest.
"She rides through rural Oklahoma, does she? Surprised I never caught that before." Lotte quipped, teased a little because Alastor was nothing if not witholding on the details of their new arrangement.
What she knew of All Hallow's Eve and spirits passing into this world hadn't included the knowledge that Lucifer himself stepped on mortal ground. Beyond that, she had little idea who the Queen of Hell might be... but confident in herself as she was feeling currently, Lotte wondered if she would actually be able to break Alastor from his binds. What might happen to her if she failed. Losing her powers, being taken prisoner, or dragged down to hell prematurely... all had varying degrees of disagreeable consequences... but the worst, more nagging notion was what might happen to him should she fail. Nothing too dire, if he was willing to take the risk to begin with... Alastor didn't gamble recklessly, she reckoned.
Which either meant that they had a good chance, or the outcome was worth the risk. To him, anyway... but maybe to her, too.
Her eyes raised to meet his, and she took the sting from the glow of them in her stride, moving to stop his circling and stand in front of him. "So on this midnight ride, I'm to... what? Drag you from your horse and abscond with you? Keep you here beyond when the veil closes? Invite the queen of hell for tea in my shack and reason with her for your release?"