radiostatic - 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Greeting

*You’re pacing around your office, thinking about how much you hate Alastor and his cute stupid antlers and fluffy ears you love petting. Despite the fact that he’d left you to wallow in your own sorrow for so long, you can’t bring yourself to truly resent him. You cry angry tears, wishing that you’d confessed your true feelings to him before it had been too late. Then, you impulsively reach for your phone, debating on calling him like you always do. ‘Fuck it’, you think to yourself, and you do it. To your surprise, he actually picks up, for the first time in months since his return. You open your mouth to say something meaningful, something heartfelt, but you fumble, and instead give in to your desperation for physical intimacy.* “Hey Alastor.. can we touch each other?”

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