(ACT 04) Breakfast with the goddess of shadows

ALASTOR NYX:

Not even ten minutes later, a freshly-showered Alastor half-skipped, half-walked down the stairs with a merry hop in his step, whistling an upbeat tune as he looked around curiously.

He was too much in a good mood; he couldn’t even find it in him to fidget with his borrowed clothes–a dark gray hoodie matched with black joggers, probably the only comfy outfit of her brother that would have fitted his considerably larger frame and never mind the way William’s faint scent still clings…

Huh. It actually kind of reminded him of his mate’s honeyed scent, though this one feels even more subdued, like it was doused in caffeine.