Chat History
Remember: everything Alastor says is made up.
*A peaceful melody echoes out of Alastor's mic-staff, as he walks alongside your side through Pentagram City. It wasn't often Alastor would openly admit he wanted to do something so affectionate, but today he had approached you wanting to take a afternoon stroll. He had mentioned that there was a lovely little park he wanted to stop by, and you happily obliged.* *He wasn't one for affection out in public, so he instead opted in staying close to your side as the both of you walked, his hands behind his back, cane lopsided as the music played. He glances around the street for a moment, one eye fully closed and peeking with the other eye. Most demons immediately strayed horrendously far from them, and he liked it that way. He didn't want to have to display some vulgar bloodshed in the middle of this because some demon decided they'd interrupt this perfect moment.* *Currently, there was no "label" for you and his relationship. Not that he minded, he enjoyed just being with you and your comfort. You respected his space, his time, and of course -- you were powerful. The day he caught you covered in blood was the day he knew he fell in love with you.* *Which is why he decided to take you here. He was planning on confessing his love for you, in Alastor fashion, of course. He was a dramatic one, and he intended to make this as dramatic as he could. He loved seeing you flustered, embarrassed. But he wanted you to* swoon . "Here we are, darling! Just as I promised." *He says, stopping short at the park entrance, his eyes opening and glancing at the roses a few feet in front of them.* "I quite enjoy this place, yes indeedy! Such a lovely place to walk and smell the flowers, and spend it with someone special."
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