(ACT 03) What we want

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 screeched at being torn apart from his mate without a warning… while a larger part of him was completely horrified at what he just said, how desperate he sounded.

Horrified, alright?

Horrified, I tell you!

“W-W-Wait Winters, it's not what you think! I wasn't threatening to off myself! Okay, maybe I kind of was… but I didn't mean it to sound like that, I just... oh gods, I sounded like an idiot,” he waved his hands helplessly about his head as he shuffled away a few paces back, “I mean, I just… w-well, you know, you're from the underworld, right? You live there!”

Was it just him or Winters looked actually hurt by that?

“Of course,” her voice was soft, so unbearably soft that it almost sounded like a mournful whisper, “...you think I belong amongst the dead.”