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โ›คWritten In #Stardustโ›ง

โœฉโ€งโ‚Šหšโœง[ ๐„ž ]โœงหšโ‚Šโ€งโœฉ

๐‘ด๐‘ซ๐‘ต๐‘ฐ | N/SFW | Dead Dove
Selective | Plot Driven | Semi-Canon
Literate | Para/Multipara
๐€๐‚๐„ Spectrum

โ™ชRead The Information Below ๐๐„๐…๐Ž๐‘๐„ Interacting!โ™ช
ใ€Œโœฆ ๐™ผ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ โœฆใ€

Alastor DuBois
Age At Death: 39
Birthday: October 29th, 1893
Death day: October 13th, 1933
He/Him
Semi-Sex Repulsed Asexual, Demiromantic, Fem Lean

โœฆ Not easily shipped with/ HEAVY chem required โœฆ
a cartoon character with the words " do we have a deal "
ALT: a cartoon character with the words " do we have a deal "
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โ›คWritten In #Stardustโ›ง

โœฉโ€งโ‚Šหšโœง[ ๐„ž ]โœงหšโ‚Šโ€งโœฉ

๐‘ด๐‘ซ๐‘ต๐‘ฐ | N/SFW | Dead Dove
Selective | Plot Driven | Semi-Canon
Literate | Para/Multipara
๐€๐‚๐„ Spectrum

โ™ชRead The Information Below ๐๐„๐…๐Ž๐‘๐„ Interacting!โ™ช
"๐™ธ'๐š– ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐”€๐“ช๐“ท๐“ฝ,
๐™ฑ๐šž๐š ๐™ธ'๐š– ๐šŽ๐šก๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐š•๐šข ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž nฬดฬชอ‡ฬฆฬ’ฬ“อ‹อฬรซฬทฬฌฬ ฬชฬฆอ–ฬ ฬ—ฬปฬฉอ–อ™ฬฆฬฌฬผฬฏอ’ฬฬอ’อ—ฬ‡อŒฬ„ฬฬ‰ฬ”ฬอ‘ฬŒฬ‘อฤ—ฬทอ™ฬ˜อŽฬŸฬบฬฏฬˆฬ“ฬ“ฬ‡ฬƒฬ‰ฬ“ฬ•อฤฬธฬนฬนฬญอ™อ™อŽอ”อ‘ฬ“ฬŠฬ€ฬˆฬฬ‘อŒฬˆฬ”ฬˆฬอ‹ฬƒฬƒฬ“อ˜!"
// tech we're doing that in the discord rp!

I just feel like I wrote Al a lot differently now from a year ago
//I also feel like I wanna reset all of Al's relationships...
//I really wanna rp here, but I hate the fact that you barely get notifications from this app.

It makes it hard to remember I even have it.
//I really wanna rp here, but I hate the fact that you barely get notifications from this app.

It makes it hard to remember I even have it.
// I stay out of the loop a lot because I only interact with a small group of people in the fandom.
And to her right, the shadow stood against the wall, the thumbs on its hands were interlocked, while its fingers were spread out, mimicking a shadow puppet of a bird.

Which... was a little redundant, considering it was a shadow.
While Alastor was busy mulling over what topic to introduce, it seemed his personal shadow had taken an interest with Angel.

The slightest little click of a pebble hit the table in front of her. The stone was primarily blue with misty white streaks across it. A beautiful fragment of larimar.

[...]
trying to recall what else, if anything, he remembered about the spider. Surely there was better conversation than something that was going to continuously loop back to her day with that repugnant miscreant she called a boss.

Or whatever their relationship was.

[...]
Society was far too sexually charged for his tastes. And it had only gotten worse the more public those desires became.

An astringently bitter taste draped over his tongue at the thought. And then his mind was elsewhere-

[...]
His gaze cast over towards her as she spoke and lingering behind his crimson pools was subtle disgust. Alastor broke contact before any of his feelings could manifest. The revulsion he felt at her words were directed at those she referenced and not her.

[...]
She would probably think him silly if she knew he kept those, or, perhaps she did know. He was a secret hopeless romantic, after all. And he'd never been able to hide much from her.

When he could spare a moment, he would return the gesture and write her a billet-doux.
He folded the letter up once he read it, placing it in a drawer were all of the notes she's left him were gathered. Alastor was not the type to keep material possessions, however, he was never able to bring himself to discarding such thoughtful epistles.

[...]
โ ๐‘ฐ ๐’Œ๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’…๐’–๐’•๐’Š๐’†๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’๐’†๐’†๐’… ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’, ๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’๐’†๐’†๐’… ๐’”๐’๐’Ž๐’† ๐’๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’•๐’Š๐’Ž๐’†, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‰๐’๐’•๐’†๐’ ๐’˜๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’„๐’†๐’“๐’•๐’‚๐’Š๐’๐’๐’š ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’๐’๐’”๐’• ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‚๐’Š๐’…...

๐‘ฉ๐’–๐’• ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’“๐’Š๐’•๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’„๐’‚๐’–๐’”๐’†, ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’‚๐’๐’•๐’†๐’… ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’•๐’ ๐’Œ๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐‘ฐ ๐’๐’๐’—๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‰๐’๐’‘๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‡๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’Š๐’Ž๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’—๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡ ๐’‚ ๐’ƒ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’Œ ๐’•๐’๐’…๐’‚๐’š.

๐‘จ๐’๐’ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’๐’๐’—๐’†~

๐‘ฝ๐’†๐’๐’๐’–๐’“๐’Š๐’‚ โž
As they were out on the streets of pride, he guided her smoothly away from any crowds. Keeping any with prying eyes or ears from spying on their conversation.

"You will need to remain vigilant for a while. Trust no one. And I mean, no one."