Found Peace In Your Violence
WHERE: Amelia’s Place WHEN: June 25th; late evening. WHO: @ofamelias
His bones were aching. It wasn’t just that the day had been hard, or Alastor felt like he was getting old. Which he was, but that’s not the point. There was just this looming darkness, a formidable force that left a shadow and cloud over everything and everyone. He could feel it in the depths of his soul- and it scared him. Not a fact he’d ever admit out loud, but this war wasn’t one they’d all walk away from intact. This whole shitfight of a day was proving to be too much, and he was exhausted.
After wrapping it up at the pub, and Carkitt Market, he should have gone home. His feet started moving and his body mass began apparating- but when he found himself corporeal again, Alastor was standing before someone else’s door. Before he could talk himself out of it, a heavy hand lifted to rap knuckles against the hardwood- and then he waited. Hoping he didn’t look as wrecked as he felt, and wondering if it wasn’t too late to just turn around and go home... the problem was, home was nothing but an empty space with four walls. Nothing to provide solace or peace, any kind of escape from the horrors they were dealing with on a daily basis... and he was tired. Tired of the same shit, day in and day out with no apparent light at the end of the tunnel.
No light, except her. The only one who helped him feel at ease, even for a moment...
