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From all I’ve read, seen and heard, those should be the most beautiful of words. If both feel the same, then there should be joy all around, and if not, then there might be heartbreak, maybe some sorrow and there might be a slight hint of fear of what’s to come.
Though, nothing like this. This. This is new. This one is not afraid of what will be said in response, if anything it feels as though the response is the last thing on their mind. This one is looking into her void black eyes with the fear of prey who’s just be caught, cornered and shot. As though, if he lets go of her arms which he’s holding so tight, he might fall into darkness and never see the light. Or rather, it seems his hold on her is the only thing keeping him steady and grounded.
“It’s alright.” She says softly, trying to comfort him, with a hint of confusion, as she can’t fully understand what he’s afraid of. She would pet his little head and give him a hug if it weren’t for his hold keeping her arms steady by her side. He looks down at the ground, breaking off his intense gaze.
“...” He makes a sound, but nothing really comes out. He’s at a loss for words, guess that too is something new.
“Alastor?” She gauges, this is all so very unlike him.
He lets go of her-
“What’s-” She starts.
-and slumps down into the floor, disappearing into his own shadow.
“Alastor.” She’s alone, left confused. “What’s wrong?” She whispers out to the now empty room.
It gives no response.