Alastor, bright as a firecracker, crackled with energy and magic that made all her hair stand on end. Being near him was akin to holding onto a sparkler too long, watching it quickly get too close to the skin. But Lotte was transfixed, she wouldn't look away, even if the risk was being burnt. If she could burn, it meant she was alive, that she wasn't the same as the rotting grass and barren dirt.
She had spent her years here grasping at the smallest traces of life and purpose and the thing left unsaid - the thing she couldn't yet say was that she wouldn't have told a soul about Alastor even had the option existed. He was hers, as much as anything had been hers. This game, at least, this experience was hers and she wouldn't have shared it with anyone for all the whiskey or flour in the world.
Every piece of the puzzle Alastor placed before her should have been frightening. Someone in their right mind shouldn't have considered the concept of facing off against the Queen of Hell remotely possible, let alone... exhilarating. But Lotte credited herself with a will more formidable than most, if very little else.
It had given her all the magic she'd possessed, after all, and it had given her Alastor. A chance for something different, something more than wasting away choking on dust.
There was nothing else to be done now. Lotte would wrestle Alastor free from his bonds and escape here with him... or die trying. Really, death waited for her at the end of that long, empty stretch of road one way or another. Why not wager on something better? Something brilliant and bright. Why not burn.
"Would we call what you are now a man?" She gestured to the ears with a quirked brow. If there was a bit of cheek in her voice, well, she figured he'd appreciate it if anyone would.
"I figure I've already faced up against a fair bit more than your average girl. Don't reckon I've ever seen a badger or a lion in the flesh but, well, we already know one has to spill a little blood to get what they want... and I think our little dream's a worthy enough cause."
Lotte brushed her hand on the folds of her dress to rid it of any linger wetness from the fruit before holding it out toward him, a little crackle of electricity flicking in the air around her, making her curls lift gently from her face and quiver in the air. "It's a deal."
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Alastor, bright as a firecracker, crackled with energy and magic that made all her hair stand on end. Being near him was akin to holding onto a sparkler too long, watching it quickly get too close to the skin. But Lotte was transfixed, she wouldn't look away, even if the risk was being burnt. If she could burn, it meant she was alive, that she wasn't the same as the rotting grass and barren dirt.
She had spent her years here grasping at the smallest traces of life and purpose and the thing left unsaid - the thing she couldn't yet say was that she wouldn't have told a soul about Alastor even had the option existed. He was hers, as much as anything had been hers. This game, at least, this experience was hers and she wouldn't have shared it with anyone for all the whiskey or flour in the world.
Every piece of the puzzle Alastor placed before her should have been frightening. Someone in their right mind shouldn't have considered the concept of facing off against the Queen of Hell remotely possible, let alone... exhilarating. But Lotte credited herself with a will more formidable than most, if very little else.
It had given her all the magic she'd possessed, after all, and it had given her Alastor. A chance for something different, something more than wasting away choking on dust.
There was nothing else to be done now. Lotte would wrestle Alastor free from his bonds and escape here with him... or die trying. Really, death waited for her at the end of that long, empty stretch of road one way or another. Why not wager on something better? Something brilliant and bright. Why not burn.
"Would we call what you are now a man?" She gestured to the ears with a quirked brow. If there was a bit of cheek in her voice, well, she figured he'd appreciate it if anyone would.
"I figure I've already faced up against a fair bit more than your average girl. Don't reckon I've ever seen a badger or a lion in the flesh but, well, we already know one has to spill a little blood to get what they want... and I think our little dream's a worthy enough cause."
Lotte brushed her hand on the folds of her dress to rid it of any linger wetness from the fruit before holding it out toward him, a little crackle of electricity flicking in the air around her, making her curls lift gently from her face and quiver in the air. "It's a deal."