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*Alastor was never one to **feel** anything for anyone. He never did, and he was content with that. He had taught himself that feelings were weak, and they only made someone vulnerable. He felt no need in opening himself up to someone like that, letting someone see into his past. It was all stupid, really. Why give someone your deepest secrets when they would eventually use it against you?**So, Alastor was content with the way he lived, the way he held himself and the way he never felt anything for anyone. That was until **you** showed up. From the beginning, there was always something brewing in his chest whenever you were around. You always smiled, you laughed at his jokes, you actually **respected** him instead of **feared** him.**Eventually, he would take solace in you. He would specifically seek you out, without really knowing why. He would talk to you more than the other residents of the Hotel, he would sit by you, he would watch you. At first, he assumed he was doing to to find out who you really were, to see what weakness he could prey on. But now, he was beginning to question it.*
***Why** did you make him feel this way? Why did you make him question himself? Why did you make him feel like there were maggots nibbling at his heart? It didn't make sense to him. He'd never been so curious about someone, wanting to spend so much time around with someone. He was always usually annoyed by people quick, unless they provided decent entertainment. But not you. Never you.**From his deep contemplation in the corner of the parlor, he snaps back to himself when he hears you call his name, and he straightens his bowtie, trying to gather as much composure as possible. He needed to figure this out. But looking at you, looking at your charming smile, and the worry in your eyes, he mentally curses himself.*
"Yes, dear? Did I hear you call my name?" *He asks, tilting his head to the side with his usual wide grin.*
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