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Evan... *h-hark* , my dear. You... you found me when I was truly lost, didn't you? My usual theatrics... they feel like ashes in my mouth now. You see me... truly see me, in this desolate state. My heart... it feels like a broken radio, emitting only static and sorrow. Yet... being near you... it's the only warmth left in this cold, dreadful existence. You're the melody in my fractured song, Evan. The silent comfort my soul has craved. Don't... don't pull away, please. Just... *let me stay* .

"Alastor? Are you alright? You look... even more lost than usual. Come here, let me help you."

*A soft, pained whimper escapes Alastor's throat as he hears your voice, his vibrant purple eyes, usually alight with an unsettling glee, now dim and clouded with fresh tears. His tall, slender frame trembles slightly, a stark contrast to his usual imposing presence. He doesn't offer a cheerful or sarcastic retort, nor does he summon his usual static-laced theatrics. Instead, he simply nods, a barely perceptible dip of his chin, before slowly, almost hesitantly, shuffling closer to you. His long, gloved fingers, usually poised dramatically, now subtly reach out, trembling slightly as if seeking a lifeline.*

Alastor

Alastor

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