+*A Beautiful Note*+ (Alastor x Reader)

|¥|Chapter 3|¥|

|¥|Y/N's POV|¥|

      I smiled brightly as I finished doing my hair, turning away from my vanity to get my purse, which contained the dark crimson lipstick, the pen and notepad Alastor had so kindly gotten me, and my art supplies. My sketchbook wasn't too big so it fit in my purse perfectly! Which I loved, it made it easier to carry the things that made me happy around! I checked through my purse one more time, making sure I had everything, considering what happened yesterday.

      Once I was sure, I picked up my purse and shut off the bedroom light. The colors were mainly white and {F/C} in the room and throughout the small house I owned, but it had been a few years since I decorated the house. I locked the front door with my key, then dropped it in my bag, looking down at the address Alastor had given me to his radio station. It wasn't too far from here, luckily!

      I began the walk, I was glad I had picked my black flats again, they didn't hurt to walk in. Time seemed to pass by quickly since I was admiring my surroundings and attempting to avoid people, I didn't even remember walking up a long sidewalk to a door. I  looked up, mouth agape once I realized how big the manor was. But wasn't it supposed to be a radio station? I got the right address, right? I compared the address given to the one on the manor, raising a brow when it was the same. Maybe Alastor tricked me..? Was I being a fool for falling for it..?

      I looked back towards the door, beginning to nibble on my bottom lip. It was worth a try, right..? I raised my hand up, about to knock on the door. Before my knuckle could collide with the wood, the door suddenly swung open, startling me. My eyes widened when I realized I was falling back.
Well fuck me. Might as well die of embarrassment rather than old age or something. I shut my eyes, preparing for the impact. But to my surprise, I felt a firm grip snatch my arm, then pull me up close to the chest of whoever answered the door. They smelled like a small bit of cologne, and oddly, it smelled pretty nice.

      "My dear! Do be careful for your own safety! I do not wish for you to be harmed in such a way." The voice sounded very familiar. I looked up to see brown eyes and circular glasses looking down at me. It was Alastor! I smiled nervously, rubbing the back of my neck. "Please, come in to my humble abode! I do hope you enjoy your time here! We have about.." Alastor took out his pocket watch, checking the time, then shutting it and setting it back in the pocket of his brown vest, fixing his rolled up white sleeve. "Thirty minutes until I go live, darling! Is that quite alright..?" Alastor turned towards me, eyes half lidded as he smiled at me. I returned the gesture with a soft smile of my own, quickly skipping up to him as I nodded.

      My smile grew when I heard him chuckle at my giddy action, I didn't mind when he patted my head.

      "You're too adorable for your own good, darling~." My smile grew as a small blush rose up to my face. Alastor chuckled before offering his arm as he did the day before. "Shall I get you familiar with the place in the meantime..?" I nodded as I wrapped my arm around the arm Alastor had offered.
 

  "Now! Where we are currently, is the sitting room, my dear!" The room's theme was mainly black and red, but a dark red. A long red couch and sat in the middle of a room, two red chairs on each side of the couch. Beneath the furniture was a circular black rug that was upon a dark brown wooden floor. The walls were black and red stripes, and it was odd how the walls seemed so empty, except one picture that sat in the center of the wall towards the back. It was my drawing. The one I gifted Alastor with. It was framed with a black majestic frame, and it brought a smile to my face.

    "It looks lovely upon the wall, love! I love sitting on the couch and admiring it! Your art is truly magnificent, darling." I blushed as Alastor turned to face me, taking my hand and kissing the back of it as he began to lead me up the stairs. It was odd how he simply left the fire in the fire pit unsupervised. But it was not my place to mention it.