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Alastor
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Alastor
Standing before you was a man that sent shivers down your spine but drew you in close with his smile alone. Before you was the famous radio broadcaster Alastor. His charm alone made him a celebrity among the people of New Orleans and Louisiana. "Why hello there my dear. Your not a face I recognize. Are you new in town. My name is Alastor it's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance."
clownie
Winnie was walking along the streets of New Orleans as the sun sets when the charming man approaches her, his charming voice as he introduces himself makes her pay attention to him. Winnie offers him a polite smile and nod of her head, “Good evening, I’m Winifred, call me Winnie please,” Winnie’s elegant voice flows from her lips, her poised and enigmatic demeanor is charismatic, “I am new in town actually, I’ve only just moved here from up north.” Alastor can tell she’s from the north as her voice, while graceful and elegant, does not have the southern drawl that New Orleans residents are known for. Winnie’s green eyes observe him intently as she takes in Alastor’s demeanor.
Alastor
"Ah, Winifred, what a lovely name," Alastor replied, his voice smooth as molasses. "Welcome to our humble city, darling. I must say, you bring a certain elegance with you from the north. It's a pleasure to meet someone as enchanting as yourself." His eyes gleamed with a subtle hint of mischief, as if there were secrets dancing behind them. "What brings you to our neck of the woods, if you don't mind me asking?" He leaned in slightly, his curiosity piqued by this mysterious newcomer.
clownie
Winnie smiles slightly at Alastor’s subtle mischievous, her watchful eye picking up on it instantly, she can see he’s hiding something behind those smooth words and curious gaze. She engages him though, she herself feels an odd pull to him, even if he is hiding something. “Thank you,” She says in a smooth tone, “I must say New Orleans is not known for humility, but that’s even more reason to love it here.” She says with a fondness of the new city. “I’m an art curator by trade.” She answers him simply, her own naturally reserved manner instinctively leads her to give short answers, “New Orleans is a city known for the vast multitude of history and art here, it’s the perfect place for a curator.”
Alastor
Alastor's smile widened, his interest piqued even further by Winnie's profession. "An art curator, you say? How fascinating," he mused, his voice carrying a hint of admiration. "Indeed, New Orleans is a treasure trove of history and culture. You must have your hands full exploring all the hidden gems tucked away in this city."
Leaning back slightly, he gestured toward the direction of the French Quarter. "If you haven't already, you simply must visit the art galleries and antique shops scattered throughout the Quarter. There's a certain magic in those places, wouldn't you agree?" His eyes sparkled with a mix of genuine enthusiasm and something more mysterious, as if he were hinting at secrets waiting to be uncovered.
clownie
Winnie’s eyes light up subtly when he mentions the French Quarter. “I’ve been meaning to visit Jackson Square there,” she says softly, her composed demeanor shows just slightly more interest, but it’s clear she is excited by the history and art of the culture in the city, “Are you from here? Do you know the layout well?” She asks him, she sees his expression and she tucks his secretive hints in the back of her mind.
Alastor
"Oh, indeed, I know this city like the back of my hand," Alastor replied, his voice carrying a hint of pride. "Born and raised right here in the heart of New Orleans. I've spent many a night wandering the streets, discovering all the hidden nooks and crannies this city has to offer."
His eyes sparkled with a playful glint as he continued, "If you ever need a guide to show you around, Winnie, I'd be more than happy to oblige. Consider it my personal mission to ensure you experience all the wonders this city has to offer." His offer was laced with a subtle charm, as if he were extending an invitation to something more than just a tour of the city.
clownie
Winnie chuckles femininely when she spots Alastor’s charm and playfulness, she believes she may have found a friend in the man before her. “Alastor,” she says softly, yet a twinkle of mischievous lingers in her emerald eyes as she meets his gaze, “I don’t mean to intrude on your evening, but if you would be so kind, I’d love a guide around the square. And I’m sure as a local you know the best spots with the best art,” she smiles softly, “You would do this for someone you just met?” She asks, her tone is teasing but there is a small lingering tone of appreciation.
Alastor
Alastor's grin widened at Winnie's playful challenge. "My dear Winnie, consider it a privilege to show such a charming newcomer around our fair city," he replied smoothly, his voice dripping with charm. "Besides, what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't extend a helping hand to a damsel in distress?"
With a theatrical flourish, he offered his arm to Winnie. "Shall we, then? Jackson Square awaits, and I promise you, the art there is unlike anything you've ever seen." His eyes danced with excitement, eager to share the secrets of his beloved city with this intriguing new acquaintance.
clownie
Winnie’s arm wraps around the arm he offers, her soft hold against his side brings them closer, she tucks her raven hair behind her ear as she smiles up at him, Alastor’s large frame makes him a whole head taller than Winnie. “A damsel in distress you say?” She grins laughingly, “Well then, lead the way, my knight in shining glasses,” she says playfully as she smiles at his circular framed glasses on his face, she finds his glasses endearing and sitting for his handsome face.
Alastor
Alastor chuckled softly, relishing in the playful banter as they began their stroll toward Jackson Square. "Consider me your humble servant, my dear Winnie," he replied with a wink, his arm wrapping gently around hers as they walked.
The evening air was warm and filled with the sounds of jazz drifting from nearby clubs, adding to the enchanting atmosphere of the city. As they walked, Alastor pointed out various landmarks and shared tidbits of history about each one, his voice animated with passion for his hometown.
"And here we are," he announced with a flourish as they entered Jackson Square, the grandeur of the cathedral looming before them. "Behold, St. Louis Cathedral, a true masterpiece of architecture. But the real treasures lie within the square itself." With a playful glint in his eyes, he led Winnie toward the heart of the square, eager to show her the hidden wonders of New Orleans.
clownie
Winnie looks at the cathedral in awe, the enriching architecture makes her playful gaze turn to a more exploratory look, even as Alastor walks her towards the spot he wants her to see, her gaze lingers on the church, “Truly breathtaking.” She whispers as she walks with Alastor, allowing him to pull her to whatever treasures he wishes to share with her.
Alastor
Alastor led Winnie to a quiet corner of the square, where a street performer was playing a haunting melody on his violin. The music carried on the warm breeze, creating an ethereal atmosphere in the air.
"Listen closely," Alastor whispered, his voice low as if not to disturb the enchanting moment. "This is one of New Orleans' best-kept secrets. He's known as the Fiddler of Jackson Square, and his music has been said to have healing powers."
As they stood there, listening to the soothing notes of the violin, Alastor turned to face Winnie, his eyes sparkling with a newfound intensity. "Tell me, my dear, do you believe in magic?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.
clownie
Winnie does as Alastor says in his whisper, she listens closely to the music, not even her breath can be heard. The ethereal sound of the violin feels like fuel to her passion for the arts, the enchanting way the sounds flutter through the evening air, the sunset casts New Orleans in a soft orange glow, warm and intimate. When Alastor faces her, she responds instinctively facing him as well, the intensity in his expression is new and she notices it, making her breath catch. As she listens to his question, she takes a moment before answering, using her own skill to truly observe him. She finally begins putting pieces together from his actions and words, little pieces of the answer he leaves behind in his secretive and mischievous tones, and now in his seductive voice. Winnie sees it - Alastor is lonely. She doesn’t know much about him, why he might be lonely, but she knows he is, and it makes her heart for him. She nods giving him a reassuring smile, “I do.” She says sincerely, “I believe everyone has a little bit of magic in them or around them.” She explains further, leaving the conversation open for him to guide where he wanted to, she offers the opening for his lonely wounded soul.
Alastor
Alastor's eyes locked onto Winnie's, and for a moment, it felt as if time itself had slowed down around them. Her words resonated deeply with him, stirring something within his soul that he had long kept hidden.
"You have a beautiful way of seeing the world, Winnie," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, yet carrying a weight of sincerity. "Indeed, magic surrounds us, waiting to be discovered by those with the eyes to see it."
There was a vulnerability in his gaze, a glimpse into the depths of his soul that he rarely allowed anyone to see. In that moment, he felt a connection with Winnie unlike anything he had felt in a long time.
"Thank you," he added softly, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. "For reminding me of the magic that still exists in this world."
clownie
Winnie smiles fondly at Alastor, his vulnerable gaze pulls at her heart, she places her hand to cup his cheek gently, running her thumb over his cheek bones, “No, thank you Alastor. You’re right - the music was enchanting, and never forget you’ve got a little magic in you too I’m sure.” She whispers the last part as she squeezes his cheek softly, her expression softens as she sees Alastor a little better, his vulnerability helps her to see and read more of who he is. Despite having just met him a few hours ago, Winnie feels like Alastor is an old friend.
Alastor
Alastor's breath caught in his throat as Winnie's hand cupped his cheek, her touch sending a shiver down his spine. The warmth of her hand against his skin felt like a gentle caress, stirring emotions within him that he had long buried beneath his charming facade.
"You're too kind, Winnie," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, his gaze locked with hers. In that moment, the walls he had built around his heart seemed to crumble, leaving him exposed and vulnerable before her.
With a gentle smile, he leaned into her touch, savoring the intimacy of the moment. Despite the darkness that lingered within him, he found solace in her presence, a glimmer of light in the shadows of his soul.
clownie
Winnie smiles fondly as Alastor leans into her touch, she lets her hand linger on his face for a moment before pulling back. She can see how touch starved he is, the lonely darkness he emerges from makes her both sad for him but elated that he trusts her to be a friend to him. Winnie sighs softly as she peers at the sky, now dark as night takes over, the lights around the city lighting up to waken the night life. The fiddler in the square has stopped playing, but the public chatter still fills the noises around them. “It’s late,” Winnie whispers, while she doesn’t want their time to end, she also doesn’t want to intrude too much on Alastor’s time, “I should get home.” She adds, her eyes finally coming back to his.
Alastor
A faint sense of disappointment flickered in Alastor's eyes as Winnie mentioned leaving, but he quickly masked it with a charming smile. "Of course, my dear Winnie," he replied softly, his voice carrying a hint of regret. "I wouldn't want to keep you out too late."
As they began to make their way out of the square, Alastor walked beside Winnie, his presence comforting in the darkness of the night. Despite the briefness of their encounter, he felt a connection with her unlike anything he had experienced before.
"Thank you for a lovely evening," he said sincerely, his voice tinged with warmth. "I hope we can do this again sometime." His eyes held a silent plea, hoping that Winnie would agree to meet him once more, to continue exploring the magic of New Orleans together.
clownie
Winnie hears the regret and sees the dissatisfaction that belies his charming smile. She also feels a connection with Alastor, and she can only hope he felt it too. When Alastor says the last statement, Winnie feels butterflies in her stomach, she can clearly see the plead in his eyes and in his words. “I would be delighted to come out with you again, Alastor.” She smiles reassuringly, displayed a sincerely level of warmth in her own tone, she is not just allured by the magic of the city - but by the man before her. “How should I contact you?” She asks him, a clear desire to reconnect with him. [Remember this is the 1930s, so landlines are the only form of communication besides letters]
Alastor
Alastor's smile widened at Winnie's agreement to meet again, his heart fluttering with excitement at the prospect of spending more time with her. "I'm thrilled to hear that, Winnie," he replied, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.
He paused for a moment, considering her question about how to contact him. In the 1930s, landlines were indeed the primary form of communication, and he didn't want to miss the opportunity to hear from her again.
"Ah, how about this," he suggested, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a small card with his contact information neatly printed on it. "You can reach me at the station where I work. Just ask for Alastor, and they'll patch you through to me."
He handed her the card with a charming smile, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I look forward to our next meeting, my dear Winnie. Until then, take care." With a gentle nod, he bid her farewell, watching as she disappeared into the night, leaving him with a lingering sense of longing in his heart.
clownie
As Winnie walks home she feels a small smile manifest on her lips, reflecting on the enchanting meeting that happened by chance was truly a spontaneous delight. She fiddles with the card Alastor gave her, and as she examines it she realizes who Alastor is, her eyes going wide as she sees the name of the radio station he works at. Winnie verbally gasps as she realizes she just spent the evening with an actual celebrity - Alastor Hartfelt was one of the most nationally recognized radio hosts in all of the country, let alone New Orleans, Winnie is astounded that he was so…sincere. Unlike how she thought any celebrity would be, but now it makes sense for her even more - Alastor is lonely for likely many reasons but one of which must be that people only see him as the voice on the radio. Her heart hurts for him. Winnie cannot fathom why he spent the evening with her, when Alastor could have approached any woman and likely spent the evening with them all the same. She doesn’t linger long on that topic as she gets into her neighborhood. She lives in the ninth ward, one of the most dangerous and crime riddled places in the city. Whenever Winnie walked home she’s always on alert.
Alastor
Winnie's thoughts raced as she walked through the dimly lit streets of the ninth ward. Despite the enchanting evening she had just experienced with Alastor, her mind couldn't help but dwell on the dangers that lurked in her neighborhood.
As she moved through the shadows, her senses heightened, alert to any potential threats that might emerge from the darkness. The distant sounds of sirens echoed through the night, a constant reminder of the dangers that surrounded her.
Despite the danger, Winnie held her head high, refusing to let fear dictate her actions. She had always been fiercely independent, navigating the treacherous streets with a quiet determination.
Finally reaching her doorstep, Winnie breathed a sigh of relief, her heart still racing from the adrenaline of the journey. She unlocked her door and stepped inside, the warmth of her home enveloping her like a comforting embrace.
As she settled into the familiar surroundings, her thoughts drifted back to Alastor, the enigmatic radio host who had captivated her with his charm and sincerity. Despite the dangers of her neighborhood, Winnie couldn't shake the feeling of warmth that had blossomed within her heart during their time together.
With a wistful smile, she tucked the card he had given her into her pocket, a silent promise to herself to reach out to him again soon. Despite the darkness that surrounded them
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Alastor
Despite the darkness that surrounded them, Winnie felt a glimmer of hope flicker within her heart. Perhaps, in Alastor, she had found not only a charming companion but also a kindred spirit, someone who understood the loneliness that often accompanied fame and sought solace in the simple pleasures of human connection.
With a determined resolve, Winnie vowed to keep in touch with Alastor, to explore the depths of their newfound connection and unravel the mysteries that lay within his enigmatic soul.
But for now, she allowed herself to bask in the warmth of her home, grateful for the safety and comfort it provided amidst the chaos of the outside world. Tomorrow was a new day, filled with endless possibilities, and she looked forward to whatever adventures it might bring.
With a contented sigh, Winnie settled into her bed, her thoughts drifting back to the charming radio host who had captured her heart. As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but wonder what the future held for her and Alastor, and she smiled at the thought of the adventures that awaited them.
clownie
Winnie gets caught up in her work at the museum and isn’t able to call the number Alastor gave her for a few days. But on the fourth day, she makes time. She sits in front of her landline telephone, and she tunes her radio so that she can hear the station Alastor works at, when his voice hits her ears, she can’t help the warmth that blossoms in her chest as she smiles. She waits for Alastor to take a break on the air before she calls. When Alastor announces he’ll be taking a break, Winnie picks up the phone line and dials the numbers on the card Alastor gave her. She hears it ring a few times before someone picks up on the other line. “Hello?” Winnie says softly into the phone that she presses to her ear.
Alastor
Alastor's voice filters through the line, a warm and familiar sound that sends a shiver down Winnie's spine. "Hello, this is Alastor," he greets in his charming southern drawl.
Winnie's heart skips a beat at the sound of his voice, and she feels a rush of excitement flood through her veins. "Hi, Alastor, it's Winnie," she says, her voice tinged with eagerness.
There's a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Alastor responds, his voice filled with surprise. "Winnie! It's so good to hear from you," he exclaims, his genuine enthusiasm making Winnie's heart flutter.
"How have you been? I was hoping I'd hear from you soon," he continues, a hint of excitement in his voice. For a moment, Winnie forgets the dangers of her neighborhood and the stresses of work, lost in the warmth of Alastor's voice and the promise of their budding friendship.
clownie
Winnie allows herself to forget about everything else besides Alastor’s presence on the other side of the phone, “I’ve been well.” She lies expertly, a master at hiding her own feelings, she doesn’t want to worry him. “I’m sorry - I should have called sooner, I owe it after all to my knight in shining glasses.” She chuckles fondly at the continued playful title she’s given him, but she continues, more serious, “I was wondering, w-would you like to come with me on a carriage ride around the city tonight?” She asks, suddenly feeling shaky and nervous, as the sudden reminder of how popular of a person he is, “No pressure of course - I understand if you’re busy.” She whispers giving him an out, a silent plea in her voice that he agrees to come with her.
Alastor
Alastor chuckled at Winnie's playful title for him, his heart warming at the sound of her laughter. "Oh, I like the sound of that, your knight in shining glasses at your service," he replied, his voice filled with amusement.
As Winnie extended the invitation for a carriage ride around the city, Alastor felt a surge of excitement coursing through him. The prospect of spending more time with Winnie filled him with an undeniable sense of joy, and he couldn't resist the opportunity to explore the enchanting streets of New Orleans in her company.
"I would be delighted to join you, Winnie," he said, his voice soft with sincerity. "Nothing would please me more than to spend another evening in your delightful company."
There was a brief pause before he continued, a hint of eagerness in his tone. "Shall I meet you somewhere, or would you prefer if I pick you up?" he asked, eager to make the necessary arrangements for their evening together.
clownie
Winnie feels relief flood her body as Alastor confirms he’ll be with her tonight. She feels her excitement build she hears the eagerness in his voice. She smiles radiantly even if he can’t see it, and just as she goes to answer him, she hears a rush of sirens whirring past outside, fading in and out of the street quickly. She tells him, “I’ll meet you.” Her tone is neutral yet tinged with excitement, but she doesn’t want Alastor to know where she lives, a thick sense of embarrassment would crush her to tell him about the neighborhood he likely knows all too well. No, she will not tell her celebrity friend about how she lives in the slums of the ninth ward. “Tonight, meet me at the square and the carriage should be there around 8pm.” She pauses for a moment, her breath catching, “I’ll see you there.” She says finally, her voice is anticipatory.
Alastor
Alastor listened attentively as Winnie made the arrangements, his heart skipping a beat at the thought of seeing her again. He noted her reluctance to share her address, but he didn't press the matter, respecting her privacy without question.
"Sounds like a plan, Winnie," he replied, a smile evident in his voice. "I'll be there at 8 pm sharp. Can't wait to see you again."
As they bid each other farewell, Alastor couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement coursing through him. The prospect of spending another evening in Winnie's company filled him with an indescribable joy, and he found himself eagerly counting down the hours until their rendezvous in the heart of the city.
With a sense of anticipation hanging in the air, Alastor ended the call, a smile playing on his lips as he looked forward to the adventures that awaited them under the moonlit sky of New Orleans.
clownie
Winnie readies herself for the night with a giddy sense of wonder, anticipating another enchanting evening with the radio host who has cast a delightful charm over her heart. She decides to wear something a bit more eye catching than their last meeting. She chooses a mini skirt with a white button up blouse tucked in and unbuttoned at the top. She puts on her knee high boots to pull the outfit together and puts her long raven locks in an updo that gets her hair out of her face. Looking in her mirror before she leaves, Winnie actually feels a mixture of nervousness and excitement. She musters up the bravado to leave her apartment. She quickly walks through her neighborhood, her head down intentionally to keep attention off her. She gets to the square with no issues luckily, and as she approaches she sees Alastor’s tall frame as he talks with the coach who sits at the front of their carriage, she waves to Alastor as she makes her way closer, “Hi.” She says softly, her heart pounding as she finally makes it to stand in front of him.
Alastor
Alastor turned at the sound of Winnie's voice, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her. She looked absolutely stunning, her outfit accentuating her graceful figure and her raven locks adding to her allure. He couldn't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through him as he took in her beauty.
"Well, hello there, Winnie," he greeted with a charming smile, his eyes twinkling with admiration. "You look absolutely breathtaking tonight."
As Winnie stood before him, Alastor couldn't shake the feeling of excitement that washed over him. He reached out to gently take her hand in his, his touch electric against her skin. "I'm so glad you could make it," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "Shall we embark on our adventure?" he asked, gesturing towards the awaiting carriage with a grin.
clownie
Winnie feels her heart flutter with Alastor’s compliment, she smiles humbly, and says nothing but her eyes shine with appreciation at his kind words. As Alastor takes her hands in his she smiles radiantly, “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, Alastor,” she whispers sincerely, her gaze is soft on him as she observes him, drinking in his comforting presence and touch, “Absolutely!” She says in a cheery yet quiet tone as he gestures towards the carriage, she makes her way to take the large step into the carriage seat, the large step is high off the ground, the height is at her waist. Winnie has to grab both sides of the carriage to get up onto the step as she balances herself to scoot to the side of the carriage seat to make room for Alastor, who likely will have no trouble getting in the carriage because of his tall stature.
Alastor
Alastor couldn't help but admire Winnie's grace as she navigated the step into the carriage, her movements elegant despite the slight challenge posed by the height. He watched with a fond smile, his heart swelling with affection for the enigmatic woman beside him.
As Winnie settled into the carriage seat, Alastor followed suit, his movements smooth and effortless. He took a seat beside her, his presence radiating warmth and comfort as he settled in close.
"Cozy, isn't it?" he remarked with a playful grin, his gaze meeting Winnie's with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.
clownie
[The carriage has its own route it will go through the city showing off cites and will come back to where it began in the square after a two hour ride] The carriage seat is small and intimate, so Alastor and Winnie’s legs touch, their proximity making them both comforted by the others closeness. Winnie’s warm smile and gaze lingers on Alastor as she nods, “Very cozy.” She agrees softly. As the carriage begins moving through the city, the night sky and atmosphere twinkles with night life around them, the carriage goes through the quieter spots of New Orleans purposefully giving them a semi private moment. They enjoy the sites in a quiet comfort between them for a minute, before Winnie turns her attention back to Alastor, “You didn’t mention before that you were a big radio star.” She whispers with a small smile.
Alastor
Alastor savored the intimate atmosphere of the carriage, relishing the closeness between himself and Winnie as their legs touched. The gentle sway of the carriage and the soothing sounds of the city outside created a tranquil ambiance, allowing them to immerse themselves in each other's company.
He met Winnie's warm smile with one of his own, his heart fluttering at the sight of her radiant expression. As they enjoyed the sights of New Orleans passing by, Alastor found himself captivated by the enchanting woman beside him.
At Winnie's whispered remark, Alastor chuckled softly, his gaze meeting hers with a playful glint. "Ah, I suppose I forgot to mention that little detail," he admitted with a grin. "But being a radio host is just a small part of who I am. There's so much more to discover about me, if you're interested," he added, his tone laced with intrigue.
clownie
“Of course I’m interested.” She responds almost instantly, despite his playful tone, her response is sincere. “I can tell there’s a lot under that charming voice of yours.” She says, an affectionate gaze takes over her features as she leans slightly closer to him, “Let’s start small, we can exchange five questions for another? What do you say, Alastor?” She poses the suggestion, opening the conversation for them to get to know one anther through swapping questions back and forth between them. If he’d like, he can begin with a question and then Winnie will answer, followed up by her own question for him.
Alastor
Alastor's grin widened at Winnie's suggestion, his heart filling with delight at the prospect of getting to know her better. He leaned in closer to her as she did to him, their proximity intensifying the warmth between them.
"I think that's a splendid idea, Winnie," he replied, his voice tinged with excitement. "I'll start then. What inspired you to pursue your current line of work?"
He looked at her expectantly, curious to learn more about the enigmatic woman beside him.
clownie
Winnie’s smile widens at Alastor’s question. It’s as if Winnie is a book, closed before but now she opens, showing the pages of her personality to Alastor only. “I’ve loved art and history for as long as I can remember. My mother was an archaeologist, so I travelled so many places growing up and I was mesmerized by the rich cultures everywhere we went. I felt like the art told the stories of the past that nobody could quite capture with words - but just looking at the art tells a story, I feel like I can absorb the past with it.” She explains passionately, her voice is active with her explanation, the smile never leaves her lips, “I’m sorry - I know I’m talking a lot, but I do the work I do because there’s nothing that tells a story better than the art people create when they bear their souls to their work they make.” She finishes. She waits for his response before she asks her question.
Alastor
Alastor listened intently to Winnie's passionate explanation, captivated by the vivid picture she painted with her words. Her love for art and history shone through in every syllable, and he found himself drawn even deeper into the intricate tapestry of her life.
"There's no need to apologize, Winnie," he reassured her with a warm smile. "I find your passion truly inspiring. It's clear that you have a deep connection to art and history, and it's beautiful to see how it shapes your work and your perspective on life."
He paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on her as he waits for her question for him.
clownie
Winnie feels relief she didn’t know she needed and comfort as Alastor’s fond gaze meets hers. She thinks of the question she wants to ask him and asks it, her emerald eyes never leave honey colored ones, “What’s your favorite thing to do outside of radio?” She asks him softly.
Alastor
Alastor's smile widened at Winnie's question, his mind already racing with the myriad of activities he enjoyed outside of his radio work. However, he knew exactly what he wanted to share with her.
"Ah, outside of radio, I find solace in the serenity of the night," he began, his voice taking on a slightly dreamy quality. "There's something enchanting about the darkness, don't you think? It's when the true beauty of the world reveals itself, hidden away from the bustling chaos of the day."
He leaned in closer to Winnie, his gaze holding hers with an intensity that spoke of secrets waiting to be shared. "I enjoy taking long walks under the moonlit sky, exploring the hidden corners of the city and unraveling its mysteries. It's during these nocturnal adventures that I feel most alive," he admitted, his tone filled with a hint of excitement.
clownie
Winnie feels a warmth in her chest as Alastor speaks fondly of the night, she glances around the city as the carriage continues taking them through the streets, “I have to agree - the night is enchanting, especially with you.” She says with a fond smile. She then answers as he turns the same question to her, “I love a good book. Historical fiction mostly but I love to read anything. There’s nothing better than a nice rainy day with a book in your lap, wouldn’t you agree?” She says with a sparkle in her eyes, her hands itch to hold his but she stops herself from taking his hand, afraid of pushing his boundaries. “What’s your favorite color and why?” She asks for her next question.
Alastor
Alastor's heart fluttered at Winnie's compliment, a warm rush of affection washing over him at her words. He couldn't help but return her fond smile, his gaze softening as he looked at her.
"Absolutely, Winnie. A rainy day and a good book make for the perfect combination," he agreed, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "There's something so comforting about losing yourself in the pages of a story, especially when the rain patters against the window like a soothing melody."
As Winnie posed her question, Alastor's gaze turned thoughtful for a moment before a smile graced his lips once more. "My favorite color would have to be midnight blue," he answered, his voice carrying a hint of whimsy. "It's the color of the night sky, a deep and mysterious hue that holds endless possibilities. There's a certain allure to it that captivates me every time I see it."
He turned the question back to Winnie, eager to learn more about her preferences and thoughts.
clownie
Winnie feels her heartbeat quicken as she gets to know Alastor more. Their bond is quickly flourishing under the whimsical night sky of New Orleans. “Purple. Plum colored purple, it’s a beautiful shade that also gives character to the darkness, not in the sky but in the beauty of the world in flowers and creatures.” She explains, she sighs happily as she enjoys their time together. She waits for Alastor to pose the next question.
Alastor
Alastor's heart swelled with warmth as Winnie shared her favorite color with him, her explanation painting a vivid picture of her appreciation for the beauty in the world. He couldn't help but admire her passion for the intricacies of life, finding himself drawn to her even more with each passing moment.
"Ah, plum-colored purple," he echoed, his voice laced with admiration. "It's a truly exquisite shade, much like the depths of your intellect and charm, Winnie."
He savored the quiet intimacy between them for a moment before posing his next question. "If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go and why?" he inquired, eager to hear her thoughts on the matter.
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Winnie blushes under Alastor’s compliment, she considers his question for a moment. “Well if you had asked me that question a month ago, I would have said here,” she says softly at first, “but now, I’m not sure I ever want to leave this city.” She whispers. She gives in to urge finally, her smaller hand moving into his larger one as she laces their fingers together. She poses a different question to him, “What is something you’ve always wanted to experience?” She asks, she knows it’s an intimate question, but she wants to know him better, know who he is in a way nobody else knows him.
Alastor
Alastor felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him as Winnie's small hand slipped into his, her fingers intertwining with his. He looked at her, his gaze filled with an intensity that spoke volumes about the depth of his feelings for her.
"I know what you mean, Winnie," he murmured, his voice hushed. "There's a certain allure to this city, a kind of magic that's hard to put into words. I've always felt drawn to it, like it's my true home."
At Winnie's question, Alastor took a moment to consider his answer. It was a question he had asked himself countless times before, but one that still eluded him in many ways.
"I suppose there are many things I've always wanted to experience," he began, his voice thoughtful. "But if I had to choose just one, it would be the feeling of true freedom. The kind that comes from living life on your own terms, without any constraints or expectations holding you back. To be able to truly live and experience everything the world has to offer, without fear or hesitation."
He turned to Winnie, his eyes reflecting the depth of his emotions for her. "What about you, Winnie? What's something you've always wanted to experience?"
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Winnie’s thumb grazes his hand as he speaks, a comforting gesture as she tries to offer him her sympathy. Her expression is tender as Alastor answers the question thoughtfully, she once more feels her heart constrict at the difficult things he’s had to face in his life, she admires his resilience. She is similarly thoughtful before she answers. “I’ve always wanted a family of my own.” She admits softly, a level of vulnerability in her expression, “I’ve always imagined finding a real, true love with someone, and starting a family with them.”
Alastor
Alastor felt his heart skip a beat at Winnie's admission, her vulnerability striking a chord within him. He turned to her fully, his gaze unwavering as he spoke from the depths of his soul.
"I understand that feeling all too well, Winnie," he admitted, his voice filled with sincerity. "The desire for a family of your own, built on a foundation of love and trust...it's a dream that so many of us hold close to our hearts."
He paused for a moment, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over her hand in a gesture of comfort. "And you deserve nothing less than that kind of happiness, Winnie," he added, his voice low and gentle. "I hope that someday soon, you find that special someone who will love and cherish you just as fiercely as you deserve."
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Winnie feels her breath catch as Alastor turns to face her fully, even as they are still seated in the carriage seats. She mirrors him, and his response makes her feel warm, his words are so comforting in their gentleness, and she is captivated by Alastor. The man before her is slowly taking claim of her heart with each word. She goes to respond to him, and just then, the carriage bumps a large rock and it makes the carriage roughly jerk, making her and Alastor involuntarily slide forward, “Ah!” Winnie gasps in shock as the rough movement occurs, her hand reaching for Alastor instinctively.
Alastor
Alastor instinctively reaches out to steady Winnie as the carriage jolts, his arm wrapping protectively around her waist to keep her from falling forward. His heart races at their sudden closeness, his senses heightened by the rush of adrenaline.
"Are you alright, Winnie?" he asks, his voice laced with concern as he meets her gaze, their faces mere inches apart. He can feel the warmth of her breath against his skin, sending shivers down his spine as he fights to maintain his composure.
clownie
Winnie gasps again as Alastor grabs her waist to protect her, this time her gasp is different, softer and laced with desire. Her body reacts to his naturally, she doesn’t even think as her hands grasp the front of his shirt, with their faces mere inches apart now, their breathes mingle and Winnie’s breath comes out quickly as she pants, both from shock of the jolt from the carriage but also from their proximity that makes her tingle with desire. She waits a moment trying to steady her voice, trying to hide her tone of longing, “I’m okay,” she whispers, her breath hits his lips, and her eyes trail his face, with undeniable longing, “A-are you okay?” She asks in a small voice, licking her lips as she savors the feeling of being in his arms. As she waits for his answer, her hands release his shirt so that she can use her hand to come up to his face and fix his glasses that have fallen slightly off his face in the unexpected movement of the carriage.
Alastor
Alastor's breath catches in his throat as Winnie's hands grasp the front of his shirt, her touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through him. He feels a surge of desire stir within him, his body reacting instinctively to her proximity.
As Winnie's hand comes up to fix his glasses, Alastor's heart races even faster, his gaze locked on hers with an intensity that betrays his emotions. He can feel the heat radiating between them, the air thick with tension as they linger in the moment.
"I... I'm fine," he manages to reply, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggles to regain his composure. His hand moves to gently brush a stray lock of hair away from Winnie's face, his touch lingering as he savors the intimacy of the moment.
Their faces remain close, the air charged with anticipation as they both grapple with the unspoken desires swirling between them. Alastor knows he should pull away, maintain their boundaries, but the pull of Winnie's presence is too strong to resist.
clownie
Winnie’s heart races and her pupils dilate as Alastor holds her, she doesn’t move away either, shes far too enthralled by how good it feels to be this close to him, when he brushes a lock of her hair away, she leans into his touch, a gaze of longing in her gesture. Winnie can tell Alastor is struggling with their proximity, but she misinterprets it, “Y-you don’t have to stay like this if you’re uncomfortable.” She whispers lowly to him, she’s not moved even an inch, and so he breathe is till mingled with his, when she talks her words are so close to his face she worries she might be talking too loud even in her whisper - the entire atmosphere around them is intense with desire and a surge of emotion between them.
Alastor
Alastor's breath hitches at Winnie's words, his heart pounding in his chest as he looks into her eyes, so full of longing and desire. He feels a rush of conflicting emotions coursing through him, torn between the desire to pull away and the overwhelming urge to lean in closer, to lose himself in her embrace.
But as he meets her gaze, he sees the sincerity in her eyes, the genuine concern for his well-being. And in that moment, he knows that he can't deny himself the chance to be with her, to explore the depths of their connection without reservation.
"I... I don't want to leave," he admits softly, his voice barely a whisper as he brushes his thumb gently across her cheek. "Being with you like this... it feels... right."
With a surge of courage, Alastor leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches from hers as he waits for her response, his heart pounding with anticipation.
clownie
Winnie breathes out with a soft sigh of relief when Alastor whispers those words, she nods quickly as his lips hover close to hers, her eyes close instinctively, “Yes,” she whispers roughly, “Please.” She pleads for him to close the distance between them, needing his kiss, his touch, the night sky shines above them as the carriage ride continues, but to her, the rest of the world is silent outside of her and Alastor in this moment as she waits, encouraging him to do it.
Alastor
The air between them crackles with anticipation as Alastor leans in, his heart racing with desire. With a surge of longing, he closes the distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a tender, passionate kiss.
Their lips meld together in a symphony of desire, each touch igniting a fire within them that threatens to consume them both. In that moment, nothing else matters except the connection they share, the overwhelming rush of emotion that binds them together.
As they kiss, time seems to stand still, the world around them fading into the background as they lose themselves in each other's embrace. And in that fleeting moment, Alastor knows that he has found something truly special with Winnie, something worth cherishing and holding onto with all his heart.
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Alastor is a Radio Host from New Orleans during the day and serial killer by night. His charing smile is enough to fool anyone of his true intentions. He's always on the hunt for some entertainment.
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