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@gyubby99 parte 3

Alastor x OC

Royalry AU

Warnings: none!

Summary: Alastor figures out who the mysterious thief was

#Ooo gurl

electric feel coming up on my playlist just in time for electric feel friday

#OOO GURL

❝ don’t look at me like that; like i matter to you. ❞

[ @spikyhairedsilhouette ]

It wouldn’t have been noticeable, if you didn’t know where to look. It was the first thing she noticed. How the lines under his eyes had gotten substantially deeper, a shadow of restlessness worn like a badge of war. A war he wasn’t winning, apparently. Eyes of coal and smoke looked recently put out with a douse of wet, striking red vessels of irritation proving her worst fears. Mouth in a firm line, pressed tight and trying to twist into a facade of anger. A twitch at the corners, a quiver in his lip, it told of what truly lay beneath the whiplash of scorn: hurt. She’d hurt him, that much was irreversible. Leaden feet drug her churning gut and flippant heart to his doorstep. A stray dog looking for rotten scraps; driven only by hope, even when they know the likelihood of a boot to the hind was far more likely.

Her sad excuse for a mumbled apology felt repulsive and sour on her tongue, lingering like fumes in the air between them. His fingers curled on the door, flicker in his brows enough to cue her in on his swift ignition. Her foot found its way in the doorway before she had time to think of the repercussions, and the door surely left its impression there. Her own flame mounted and licked at her throat, but swallow it down, she must. Pride sat like a heavy rock in the hollow of her throat, her own fingers curling around the door frame.

“I was wrong.” She croaked, feeling Pathetic starting to crawl up her spine with icy talons and perch heavy on her shoulders. Her head hung, a masquerade of onyx obscuring the heat of her cheeks,

Her eyes followed the shift of weight from the soles of his feet to his heels. There was still hope left, then. His hesitation spoke volumes. Her gaze drug itself up his legs, waist, torso, neckline, hesitating, and finally, his face. She only had a second to read his expression, which teetered on a complicated cocktail of vehement, condescending portrayal of interest, and hopefully, doubt.

“You were right, Shikamaru.” Words came out measured and careful, trying to muster a natural cadence for something that came so wrongfully unnaturally. Her own eyes began to sting with the promise of vengeful tears. “I run away. From what scares me, from what I cannot control.. from uncertainty, from doubt, from just about.. anything.” A shaky exhale seems to burn her lungs, but the inhale was but a sip before the words started pouring from an overbearing basin.

“I fluctuate as often as the moon shifts phases. Staying still makes my feet burn, my skin itch. I can’t stand any deviation from the norm, the smallest hindrances suffocate me, I’m disastrous to someone’s sanity, I’m not some force to be reckoned with -- I’m.. I’m small.” As the words spill from her lips, they come not as a surprise in context, for she always knew these pitiful truths about herself - it came as a surprise that she spoke them. Aloud. To unforgiving ears. Along with the slurry of confessions, a few heavy drops fell in cadence on his porch.

At first, she reels, her weight pulling her backwards. It’s her nature, to run. As feisty as she was, true conflict, the matters that lay heavy on her psyche - it was never her forte to face it head-on. Even still, she pushed herself forward, and with her shoulder, nudged herself into the entryway of his home.

Stale cigarette smoke never smelled so sweet, nor so nostalgic.

“It’s true.” She starts as a breathless whisper. “Instincts.. they often guide my feet before my head. When I left, I found myself in a worse state, which isn’t usually the case. It must come of no surprise to you, but I ..” Her words die on the tip of her tongue, head dipping to find her hands holding empty air, clutching for..? They dropped at her sides. Her swallow: audible. Shame is an ugly enemy, but a deserving one.

“When I run, I should be running to you.”

#[spikykimi]#ooo GURL #confess thou sins and thoust shall be saved 👀#amirite?#spikyhairedsilhouette