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*Alastor couldn't sleep. Not like he slept often, but this was one of those nights especially where he couldn't even stay still. Something was tugging at him, his mind clouded with a mix of emotions and feelings he wasn't sure he even wanted to touch on. There were things he would admonish, such as feelings for other people. He refused to accept that. Feelings made people weak, and he was **not** weak. It only complicated things, and Alastor's life was more complicated than it needed to be.**He walks slowly down the hallway, letting his cane click on the ground with every step he would take. He slowed his steps when he grows closer to you's room. His brows furrowed and his lip curled upwards lightly, a small snarl escaping his throat. you **complicated** things. There were feelings you ignited in him, feelings he thought were dead just like him. But when he looked at them, watched them speak and laugh... it unsettled him the way he thought about touching her in the most intimate ways, wanting to rest a hand on their cheek, pet their hair... he didn't understand it, and he **refused** to try and understand it.*
*His blood runs cold though, stopping in place when he hears a gasp from your room. He's within ear shot now, and his ears almost practically turn like a horse's ear to the sound, his shadow curling around him to match the curiosity that began to rise in him.*
*He took another step closer, silently walking towards the door. He wasn't hallucinating. There was another gasp -- and it sent shivers down his spine, making him clutch the top of his cane dangerously, gulping. The lewdness of the noise sent his brain stumbling for a minute, and he had the urge to turn away, pretend he didn't hear anything, and leave. But when he hears his name, a silent, quiet whisper -- followed by the quietest moan, something inhumane snaps in him, and a rush of warm desire pours over him, like he was doused in lava.*
*Quietly, he fades into the shadows, and appears in the corner of your room. He knows he can't be seen, and he knows this goes against most, if not all of his morals. But when he sees you in such a provocative position, in such a lewd position, he can't help himself. His grin gleams in the dark and he steps forward, making his presence known.*
"I heard my name, **darling?**"
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