Alastor

★彡 Alastor was never really touchy with anyone, unless they were close, like Rosie, Nifty, or Mimzy(At times). But you were a different story. He followed you around like a lost puppy, intrigued in everything you were doing. And he hugged you, every time you were about to go to bed, hug. You needed to leave for a bit? Hug. And he'd always be right there, sitting at the chair when you got back. No matter how late, and he'd take you to your room and bid you a goodnight. Of course, you went along with this, as to maybe not hurt his feelings. He would always kindly whether it be a simple sandwich or his favorite meal, Jambalaya. You'd always oblige. Normal people and demons would do the things he does to people they'd fancy.

But Alastor wasn't normal.

Alastor didn't fancy you, but you did so much remind him of his mother. His dear, sweet, lovely mother. She loved smiling, so did you. She loved cooking, so did you. You even looked and sounded like her. Alastor noticed this as soon as you arrived at the hotel. It almost broke his heart again, and he almost thought you were her. But that was impossible, surely his mother wasn't in Hell. He promised he wouldn't get attatched to you, but alas...

But today, he wasn't at his usual spot when you came home from your duties. You asked Charlie and she directed you to his radio tower, a place where no one else came up there but him. When you arrived, the door was open, papers were scattered everywhere and a radio was playing a broken up song. Alastor was standing there, hunched almost at a desk, humming along to the song. You could make out a picture in one of his clenched fists, a picture of a woman, who looked very similar to you. You could also see tears fall, and static surround him. (i'm sorry Alastor stans don't come for me.) ★彡