(ACT 04) Hangover

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“Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest, and it opens you heart and it means that someone can get inside and mess you up.”

— Neil Gaiman

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ALASTOR NYX:

It was so soft, and cozy—was the first thing his mind registered when he slowly came to...which was a whole lot of weird, since Alastor was sure he hadn't gotten back to his hotel room or even remembered falling asleep on a bed in the first place.

But he could feel warm fabrics against his bare skin as he shifted, trying to get back to sleep and he was positive the softness underneath him could only come from a bed… or probably a cloud with just how soft and fluffy it was, the scent of honey and a hint of vanilla was wafting pleasantly all around him like it was enveloping him into a hug as he sighed in pure bliss, wishing he could just tuck this scent in a bottle so he could get back to it any time he wants.