XIV–Blood is thicker than water
ALASTOR NYX:
That went well, Alastor thought sulkily, dropping face-first on the ridiculously large bed in his too-quiet hotel room, curling in on himself until he was wrapped around the blankets from head to toe like a burrito, a sad burrito, half-wanting to disappear from the face of the earth and never be found again.The sun has already risen when he got back to his hotel room but the coldness growing within him made it impossible to register the warmth when he felt like he was being followed by a storm cloud.
See?
Even his thoughts are so fucking depressing!
He was aware he probably looked like he had been mugged with his disheveled state, uncarin
XV –Of sweetness and bitterness ALASTOR NYX: Had Alistair not returned, Alastor would have been physically dragged by Sean (orworse, summoned by the Elders–) to return to the North as soon as possible with his mate or not. Even though he would have very much preferred to return home with his mate by his side… thankfully, it didn’t have to come to that because his twin–therightfulalpha of the Northern pack was now right there–and according to snippets of Harry's screeching in the background, Alistair was alright aside from a few ‘helluva healing scrapes and bruises that should heal ASAP.’ But more importantly, Alistair Nyx was the one calling the shots again... as it should have been all these years ago.
XVI –I don't wanna live forever ALASTOR NYX: Alastor's eyes slowly went wide. He looked just as surprised as her and he blinked not only once but twice before wrenching himself away from her arms even though a part of him screechedat being torn apart from his mate without a warning… while a larger part of him was completelyhorrifiedat what he just said, how desperate he sounded. Horrified, alright? Horrified, I tell you! “Wait Winters, it's not what you think, I wasn't threatening to off myself! I didn't mean it to sound likethat,I just...” he waved his hands helplessly about, “I just–well,you know, you're from the under
XVII – Promises, promises . . . “What glitters may not be gold; and even wolves may smile; and fools will be led by promises to their deaths.” –Lauren Oliver . . . PROSERPINA: As romantic as this was, dancing under the moonlight in the place where they first met, Proserpina could not hear the blasted song Alastor was speaking of and was too annoyed for being spun around in the air like a ragdoll. He was just carrying her an
XVIII–The white wolf ALISTAIR NYX: Alistair Nyx had been peacefully puking his guts outside (fine, maybe he did kind of deserve it, maybe this is the spirit of Nemesis kicking him in the ass right now because getting drunk right off the bat just to delay the inevitable interrogation session from his twin brother was a remarkably bad idea) when he felt rather than heard someone seeming to approach him, their footsteps were near to non-existent… if it weren’t for the hair on the back of his neck seeming to stand up straight in attention at the presence. And not to mention, this person has a strangely nostalgic scent that would have, should have lowered his guard; it reminded him of a home he could never return to, of a person tha
XIX –The shadows, they grow darker WILLIAM VEIL: Selena'swas a cozy-looking café with a minimalistic interior design, themed with white and baby blues; soft and easy in the eyes, added by the pleasant aroma of brewed coffee and freshly baked bread. It was a hidden gem of a café that just recently opened a few months ago from what he had known when he chatted with the pretty barista. The shop was located a few blocks away from his old university's campus and just a few minutes’ drive from their summer home. Although he didn't mind the fact that he had to actually drive all the way here, William was a bit disappointed that the place hadn't been available when he was still a student. If it was, it would have been a pretty cool spot to hang out with what little
XX – The Gods Intervene PROSERPINA: Something crashed behind her. At hearing the sudden commotion, Proserpina feels a curious Thanatos slowly stir into attention at the back of her mind. “POPPPPYYYY!!!” …only for the god of death to promptly cut himself off faster than she could even register the words, let alone blink. So she’s on her own. Lovely. Proserpina exhales noisily. There can’t possibly be any sound reason for the blindingly bright god of the sun–and harbinger of headaches as Artemis liked to claim–to come running out of the b
XXI – What it means to fall . . . “Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens you heart and it means that someone can get inside and mess you up.” –Neil Gaiman . . . ALASTOR NYX: It was so soft andcozy was the first thing his mind registered when he slowly came to...which was a whole lot of weird, since Alastor was sure he hadn't gotten back to his hotel room or even remembered falling asleep on a bed in the first place. But he could feel warm fabric
XXII–Calm before the Storm ALASTOR NYX: Not even ten minutes later, a freshly-showered Alastor half-skipped, half-walked down the stairs with a merry hop in his step, whistling an upbeat tune as he looked around. He was too much in a good mood; he couldn’t even find it in him to fidget with his borrowed clothes–a dark gray hoodie matched with black joggers, probably the only comfy outfit of her brother that would have fitted his considerably larger frame and never mind the way William’s faint scent still clings… it kind of reminded him of his mate’s honeyed scent, though this one feels more subdued– Alastor was practically bouncing up and down in joy as he moved. It’s fin
A VERY LONG AUTHOR’S NOTE: The plot wasn't supposed to revolve around romance... nor even had a werewolf in it. The initial plot was a literal horror story about a girl being stalked by some supernatural creature ahem sLeNdEr MaN ahem until he eats her–but I felt it was too predictable, too boring–so let's add Greek mythology and a bunch of other monsters to the blender because I am too done with life for a complicated plot right now and justwanted someone to suffer. Let's be real, though: the story only happenedbecause I was bored and hungry when I was home-quarantined for two weeks WITHOUT INTERNET. The first draft was a scene of Winters and William escaping Roman's dungeon, haunted house–whatever it was called–but I scraped it
“Start by pulling him out of the fire andhoping that he will forget the smell. He was supposed to be an angel but they took himfrom that light and turned him into something hungry,something that forgets what his hands are for when theyaren’t shaking. He will lose so much, and you will watch it all happenbecause you had him first, and you would let the worldbreak its own neck if it means keeping him.Start by wiping the blood off of his chin andpretending to understand. Repeat to yourself– “I won’t leave you, I won’t leave you” …until you fall asleep and dream of the placewhere nothing is red. . . . The throne of the King of all Vampires is cold and rigid as a hum
XXV –Descent . . . Descent (noun): it can be an action of moving downward, dropping, or falling… or it could be a moral, a social or psychological decline into a specified undesirable state . . . PROSERPINA: Before she and Alastor can go shopping later–does this count as a date?–Proserpina had fully intended to leave the house not too far or for long seeing as she no longer felt that secure ever since they’ve been attacked there) when she returned to the shadows to rest. &
XXIV–Beginning of an End He was known by many names. Hades–God of the Underworld, King of Hell, Lord of the Dead; the adjudicator of souls, father of shadows and the wealthiest of the gods–had lived since the fall of the elder gods, the Titans, since the dawn of humanity and he does not take surprises lightly. Not many may have known but the eldest Olympian God actually possessed the rare gift of foresight regarding the fates of those who are about to be brought forth to his realm, those who are already dying, how and when will they die. And thus, there were few, precious things left in all existence which possessed any ghost of a chance to actually surprisehim. Hades took great pride in that fact… and even greater care to maintain this serviceable ability a s
XXIII–An old friend (for real this time) PROSERPINA: Proserpina had already considered the possibility of Alastor forgetting some of what happened last night but she still couldn’t stop the pang of frustration, the twinge of humiliation of having to be the only one to remember because it may as well have never happened, it may as well have never been real. It would have been easier if she just feigned nonchalance, she knows this already, if she had just dropped Alastor to his twin last night instead of bringing him along with her but she couldn’t further lament at the loss of
XXII–Calm before the Storm ALASTOR NYX: Not even ten minutes later, a freshly-showered Alastor half-skipped, half-walked down the stairs with a merry hop in his step, whistling an upbeat tune as he looked around. He was too much in a good mood; he couldn’t even find it in him to fidget with his borrowed clothes–a dark gray hoodie matched with black joggers, probably the only comfy outfit of her brother that would have fitted his considerably larger frame and never mind the way William’s faint scent still clings… it kind of reminded him of his mate’s honeyed scent, though this one feels more subdued– Alastor was practically bouncing up and down in joy as he moved. It’s fin
XXI – What it means to fall . . . “Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens you heart and it means that someone can get inside and mess you up.” –Neil Gaiman . . . ALASTOR NYX: It was so soft andcozy was the first thing his mind registered when he slowly came to...which was a whole lot of weird, since Alastor was sure he hadn't gotten back to his hotel room or even remembered falling asleep on a bed in the first place. But he could feel warm fabric
XX – The Gods Intervene PROSERPINA: Something crashed behind her. At hearing the sudden commotion, Proserpina feels a curious Thanatos slowly stir into attention at the back of her mind. “POPPPPYYYY!!!” …only for the god of death to promptly cut himself off faster than she could even register the words, let alone blink. So she’s on her own. Lovely. Proserpina exhales noisily. There can’t possibly be any sound reason for the blindingly bright god of the sun–and harbinger of headaches as Artemis liked to claim–to come running out of the b
XIX –The shadows, they grow darker WILLIAM VEIL: Selena'swas a cozy-looking café with a minimalistic interior design, themed with white and baby blues; soft and easy in the eyes, added by the pleasant aroma of brewed coffee and freshly baked bread. It was a hidden gem of a café that just recently opened a few months ago from what he had known when he chatted with the pretty barista. The shop was located a few blocks away from his old university's campus and just a few minutes’ drive from their summer home. Although he didn't mind the fact that he had to actually drive all the way here, William was a bit disappointed that the place hadn't been available when he was still a student. If it was, it would have been a pretty cool spot to hang out with what little