A Night To Remember
You and Alastor had been sitting in his living room for about ten minutes now. As reluctant as he was to bring you here it was the only place he knew of that may bring you slight comfort.
Although with your silence and teary expression he wasn't sure so if it was the right move. But the way you admired his interior design did bring a bit of warmth to his heart.
"(Y/N)...you don't need to talk unless you want to but can I offer you something to drink or eat?",Alastor questioned with that same wide smile yet his brows were soft.
Alastor had a train of emotions and realizations hit him while you were sobbing in his arms. Although he can't be certain about the pink ribbon he felt as though he was. But he knew one thing for certain...he was beginning to feel deeply for you. Something deeper than physical attraction and murderous temptation.
You sigh gently and wiped your damp cheeks with a small sniffle. With a small shake of your head you began to speak in a soft and slightly shaky tone.
"When I was little, as unsurprising as it is to believe, I never had friends.",you let out a humorless chuckle and Alastors brown eyes watch you intently. You're oblivious to the look of surprise on his features.
You were kind and lovely, how could someone like you not have friends?
"My parents would attempt to comfort me by saying I was just a bit challenged when it came to boundaries and personal space...they weren't wrong.",your lips curl up into a sad smile at the thought of your parents.
"They were always there for me...they protected me, loved me, and although we didn't have much they'd give me what they could.",you felt tears well up in your red eyes yet again and your voice shook slightly. Your gaze never left your fingers which twirled in your lap.
Alastor could feel the heaviness in your words and heart. His wide smile was now gone as your gaze wasn't trained on him.
"One day my mother took me out to go get a new dress for my graduation...she saved up for a while to get it for me. On the way back home I was excited and not focusing on where I was going...",Alastor noticed your eyes begin to shake and ball up in your lap. Your fingers gripped the soft fabric of your dress.
"A bus came and...she shoved me out of the way. She took the hit." Alastors heart dropped upon hearing this. He began to feel heaviness and sadness in his own heart. His own loving mother beginning to arise in his memories.
"I was devastated. I felt—I felt like it was my fault. But despite my feelings I managed to shove them down...for my father. I wanted to be there for him and to help him. He was so depressed, so broken.",you sniffle and quickly wipe away the hot tears on your burning cheeks.
"But then he got better and I was hopeful...hopeful that he had found peace with her death.",you scoff and shake your head while more tears fall onto your lap and on your shaking hands,"I was wrong. He k—....he took his life on his birthday."
For the first time since you had gotten in Alastors car you looked up into his eyes. He felt his heart crack and begin to die out at the look in your glossy eyes. Utter sadness and guilt. How long had you kept these feelings under wrap? How long had you been strong for others?
"I couldn't save him. I couldn't save her. If I had been paying attention—i-if I had been home..-maybe-",you began to stumble and stammer over your words yet again. Alastor watched as your breathing began to quicken and become more shallow. Without another thought he reached up and cupped your damp cheeks.
You froze as he did this. Your gaze which had left his momentarily met his eyes yet again. His smile was gone, now it was a slight frown. That's the first time you've seen him...the him that wasnt putting on a show.
"It's not your fault (Y/N).",his voice is soft and genuine. Not loud and fake. His hands are soft against your cheeks and gentle. You find yourself leaning into his touch.
Your aching heart warms up.
"You can't control everything in life. I'm sorry for your losses...but neither of them were your fault. They made their decisions. Your mother chose to save you, and your father chose to see your mother again.",swallowing hard you took notice of his saddening brown eyes,"My own mother made a decision that I had no control over...and for that she lost her life. She meant everything to me but I know that I couldn't have possibly stopped her."
Alastor couldn't believe what he was doing. Comforting you, being genuine to you, letting you catch a glimpse into who he was. The person beneath the murderer and radio host.
He was letting you in.
"I know this may mean nothing coming from someone as damned as me. But I know a lot about loss and death. I know what I'm saying when I say it wasn't in your hands nor your control."
You felt the tears dry against your cheeks and a few skip onto Alastors defined hands. Reaching up with a shaky hand you placed your hand over his. You felt butterflies arise in your stomach and despite the pain you were feeling warmth hit you.
Alastor exhaled softly through his nose when your soft hands placed over his large ones.
"You aren't damned.",you sniffled softly and Alastors eyes widened slightly as you said this,"You may have done horrible things but...there is still hope for you. I have faith in you. I believe you are a good person."
Alastor feels a fluttering within his stomach and that warmth grow hotter within his heart. He begins to slowly lean in. His voice soft and sincere.
"How can you be so sure of that, (Y/N)?",he whispers gently. His brown eyes flicker from yours to your lips. You feel your face grow warm, yet you don't shift.
"I know a good person when I see one. You are good, Alastor...despite what you may believe.",you whisper back in a soft and genuine tone. One of his hands trail down to rest against the nape of your neck. His own face begins to grow warm and his mind cloudy.
The look in your eyes, the words you spoke and the genuine meaning behind them. They were overwhelming Alastor and only causing his feelings for you to become all the more terrifying and obvious.
"Alastor...I-"
You both jump at the sound of a loud ringing. His hands pull away from your person and your hands fall back over your heart. You had no clue it was racing so quickly.
Both of your attention is directed to the telephone ringing from the kitchen.
Are you kidding me? Alastor thinks with annoyance as his face contorts into a scowl. With a clearing of his throat he gives a sheepish smile and nods off,"I'll be right back."
You simply give a rapid nod and watch him disappear into the kitchen. Your hand clutches your heart with heavy breaths and wide eyes. Your face is hot and you quickly wipe away any tears left on your cheeks or eyes.
Were we about to kiss?...No! Theres no way!
You swallowed hard and attempted to cool down your harsh blush. You felt butterflies in your stomach and a light feeling in your chest. You had finally seen something deeper to the radio host. A part of you was embarrassed to have been such a mess in front of him yet another...trusted him.
He took you into his home and assured you were comfortable and he even comforted you by sharing his own vague experience.
You had both finally grasped each other.
Alastor had seen something deeper than the bubbly and clever woman you put out. You had seen something deeper than the arrogant and deadly radio host.
And you almost kissed!
You began to wonder whether or not thats something you would want...you did have a physical attraction to Alastor but that wasn't a big deal. You could control yourself. But if you developed an emotional attraction that could be very bad.
You saw the good in Alastor, this you were truthful about. However there is no way to refute the fact that he was a murderer. Not to mention he has you threatened into a servitude with him.
Maybe it was best that the phone rang at the right time.
Whats that saying?...Saved by the bell.
Alastor stands in the kitchen with the pale white phone pressed against his ear. With narrowed eyes and a bit of venom is his voice he answers,"There better be a good reason for anyone to be calling me right now."
"Yeah theres a problem here",Alastors scowl falls at the sound of the husky and deep voice,"Rosies pissed off because theres some daisy here she's never met, says he's lookin' for you and (Y/N)."
Alastors hand gripped the phone tightly, his brows scrunched in confusion. How on earth did he find... Then Alastor remembered he had mentioned the name of the speakeasy he had stupidly proclaimed aloud that was tied to the dress shop front.
"Keep him there, I'll be there in a few, okay?",Alastor said with a twinge of annoyance and utter irritation in his voice. His eyes fell to the doorway leading to the living room, your tear streaked face flashed before his eyes.
"Don't be afraid to rough him up a bit."
Husk scoffed and Alastor was pleased to hear his grin through the phone,"Noted."
Hanging up the phone Alastor fixed the collar of his dress shirt and exhaled deeply before making his way out of the kitchen.
"Is everything okay?",you inquire as he picks up his coat and begins to pull it on. You feel slightly uneasy at the look in is eyes.
"Your flamboyant companion seems to have found his way into Rosies. She is not pleased. Lets get on shall we?" You quickly stand with a heavy sigh and worried expression while running a hand through your soft locks. Alastor opens the door for you and walking down the stone pathway the both of you make your way to his car.
Upon stepping inside Alastor wastes no time heading towards the boutique. He glances to you with a worried look in his eyes.
Your leg shakes rapidly and thumbs twirl in your lap. You seem to be biting the inside of your cheek with anxiousness as well. He curses that crossdresser for putting you in such a state.
The more he thought about it he'd have killed him by now if not for the obvious care you held for him. That put the gears in Alastors mind to work.
What exactly was your relationship with the suggestive man?
"You care about him quite a lot don't you?",Alastor inquired with a soft expression on his features. Your eyes fell to him as you nervous movements came to a slow stop. You nodded slowly while letting your gaze fall to the dark road in front of you two.
"I love him."
Alastor felt his hands nearly snap the wheel in half upon hearing you say this. He cleared his throat as jealously began to boil in his veins and that murderous itch began to hit him.
"O-Oh..",he internally slapped himself for stumbling over his speech,"I had no clue you two were together." His voice was tight and lips pulled into a forced smile. Yet you were completely oblivious to his behavior. You simply laughed loudly, loving the feeling of being humored in these sad times.
"Oh no! Oh my no no! We aren't together. I love him as one friend loves another.",Alastor could have jumped with joy right then and there. Not to mention the sound of your humored laughter was as musical to him as jazz.
"He's was my only friend. We met when I was younger, he was a runaway and well I wanted to be his friend. It took quite a while to get him to warm up to me and let me in. When he did neither of us left each others side. He was one of the only people I had when my parents died. And now he's all I have..."
As you said this you thought of something. Something to explain Anthonys strange outburst and all he said. You began to feel guiltier than ever.
I’m all he has...
Alastor listened intently and hesitated before stopping at a light and looking to you. He reached up and wiped away a bit of the smudgy mascara beneath your eye. You felt those butterflies and warmth rise up yet again. His eyes were...kind. Soft. And they held a deep feeling you couldn't quite point out.
"He's not all you have."
You nearly imploded as he said this. With a soft smile you leaned into his touch. He felt his heart thump within his chest. Your sweet and kind eyes made his face warm up.
"I see that now."
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Stepping down into the basement of Rosies you looked around with a soft exhale. It was beautiful when it was alive. Many were sitting at tables watching the live band or conversing. A few occupied the bar, drinking and having laughs. The dim lights set the mood perfectly.
Admiring the entire aura of the room your eyes landed on the familiar mop of blonde. With Alastor right behind you, you wasted no time in heading towards that tall figure.
“Anthony!”,you say with relief at his safety. Hearing your enthusiastic and light voice he turns and a wave of relief washed over you. Placing the drink down on the counter he quickly wraps his arms around you.
“(Y/N)...”,he sighs gently into the crook of your neck. Guilt and sorrow had been eating him alive ever since you left the apartment. He had no clue what to do with himself, he considered awaiting for you to cool down. Until he remembered what happened the last time he had let you go out alone.
He had remembered what that prick said and decided he’d head here first. Yet upon getting here he only grew more concerned at neither you or the strawberry lookin’ pimps presence.
You’re the first to speak, not bothering to pull away from the hug. Your voice is soft and genuine as you hold onto him tightly, your arms bringing him to your level.
“I’m sorry...”,Anthony flinched when you apologized first,”I’m sorry for being so distant lately...I promise I’ll tell you anything you want to know when the time is right...”
Anthony pulled away from the hug and cupped your cheeks, his eyes were guilt ridden and full of love. “I don’t give a shit about that right now, I’m sorry for what I said. I love you, (Y/N).” He planted a gentle kiss atop of your head and you smiled up at him with a huge weight off your chest and shoulders.
“I love you too you trollop.”,you laugh gently and he rolls his eyes at your remark. Yet a gentle smile resides on his tinted lips. Your own smile falters at the feeling and sight of a manicured hand on your shoulder.
Rosies voice is stern and threatening. It causes chills to run up your spine and uneasiness to grow inside Anthony.
“I’m afraid you two must come to my office for a little chat now.”