XIV–Blood is thicker than water
ALASTOR NYX:That went well, Alastor thought sulkily, dropping face-first on the ridiculously large bed in his too-quiet hotel room, curling in on himself until he was wrapped around the blankets from head to toe like a burrito, a sad burrito, half-wanting to disappear from the face of the earth and never be found again.
The sun has already risen when he got back to his hotel room but the coldness growing within him made it impossible to register the warmth when he felt like he was being followed by a storm cloud.
Even his thoughts are so fucking depressing!
He was aware he probably looked like he had been mugged with his disheveled state, uncarin
XV –Of sweetness and bitterness ALASTOR NYX: Had Alistair not returned, Alastor would have been physically dragged by Sean (orworse, summoned by the Elders–) to return to the North as soon as possible with his mate or not. Even though he would have very much preferred to return home with his mate by his side… thankfully, it didn’t have to come to that because his twin–therightfulalpha of the Northern pack was now right there–and according to snippets of Harry's screeching in the background, Alistair was alright aside from a few ‘helluva healing scrapes and bruises that should heal ASAP.’ But more importantly, Alistair Nyx was the one calling the shots again... as it should have been all these years ago.
XVI –I don't wanna live forever ALASTOR NYX: Alastor's eyes slowly went wide. He looked just as surprised as her and he blinked not only once but twice before wrenching himself away from her arms even though a part of him screechedat being torn apart from his mate without a warning… while a larger part of him was completelyhorrifiedat what he just said, how desperate he sounded. Horrified, alright? Horrified, I tell you! “Wait Winters, it's not what you think, I wasn't threatening to off myself! I didn't mean it to sound likethat,I just...” he waved his hands helplessly about, “I just–well,you know, you're from the under
XVII – Promises, promises . . . “What glitters may not be gold; and even wolves may smile; and fools will be led by promises to their deaths.” –Lauren Oliver . . . PROSERPINA: As romantic as this was, dancing under the moonlight in the place where they first met, Proserpina could not hear the blasted song Alastor was speaking of and was too annoyed for being spun around in the air like a ragdoll. He was just carrying her an
XVIII–The white wolf ALISTAIR NYX: Alistair Nyx had been peacefully puking his guts outside (fine, maybe he did kind of deserve it, maybe this is the spirit of Nemesis kicking him in the ass right now because getting drunk right off the bat just to delay the inevitable interrogation session from his twin brother was a remarkably bad idea) when he felt rather than heard someone seeming to approach him, their footsteps were near to non-existent… if it weren’t for the hair on the back of his neck seeming to stand up straight in attention at the presence. And not to mention, this person has a strangely nostalgic scent that would have, should have lowered his guard; it reminded him of a home he could never return to, of a person tha
XIX –The shadows, they grow darker WILLIAM VEIL: Selena'swas a cozy-looking café with a minimalistic interior design, themed with white and baby blues; soft and easy in the eyes, added by the pleasant aroma of brewed coffee and freshly baked bread. It was a hidden gem of a café that just recently opened a few months ago from what he had known when he chatted with the pretty barista. The shop was located a few blocks away from his old university's campus and just a few minutes’ drive from their summer home. Although he didn't mind the fact that he had to actually drive all the way here, William was a bit disappointed that the place hadn't been available when he was still a student. If it was, it would have been a pretty cool spot to hang out with what little
XX – The Gods Intervene PROSERPINA: Something crashed behind her. At hearing the sudden commotion, Proserpina feels a curious Thanatos slowly stir into attention at the back of her mind. “POPPPPYYYY!!!” …only for the god of death to promptly cut himself off faster than she could even register the words, let alone blink. So she’s on her own. Lovely. Proserpina exhales noisily. There can’t possibly be any sound reason for the blindingly bright god of the sun–and harbinger of headaches as Artemis liked to claim–to come running out of the b
XXI – What it means to fall . . . “Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens you heart and it means that someone can get inside and mess you up.” –Neil Gaiman . . . ALASTOR NYX: It was so soft andcozy was the first thing his mind registered when he slowly came to...which was a whole lot of weird, since Alastor was sure he hadn't gotten back to his hotel room or even remembered falling asleep on a bed in the first place. But he could feel warm fabric
XXII–Calm before the Storm ALASTOR NYX: Not even ten minutes later, a freshly-showered Alastor half-skipped, half-walked down the stairs with a merry hop in his step, whistling an upbeat tune as he looked around. He was too much in a good mood; he couldn’t even find it in him to fidget with his borrowed clothes–a dark gray hoodie matched with black joggers, probably the only comfy outfit of her brother that would have fitted his considerably larger frame and never mind the way William’s faint scent still clings… it kind of reminded him of his mate’s honeyed scent, though this one feels more subdued– Alastor was practically bouncing up and down in joy as he moved. It’s fin