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Whoever Vincent had expected to see, it certainly wasn’t Alastor. Yet there he stood, his shirt soaking wet and stained with deep red wine. His curled, pristine hair now damp and tangled in knots. One of his eyes is swelling shut, and the other doesn’t dare to look up and meet Vincent’s shocked gaze. For just a single moment, Alastor’s smile almost falters.
“There wasn’t anywhere else I could go…”____
Alastor has a terrible night out, Vincent tries to help him through the aftermath.
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- Part 2 of Radiostatic & murdermedia shenanigans
Bookmarked by RiverGeode213
08 Dec 2025
