Alastor •·.·\'\'·.·• 💖

Alastor: Love... If you keep moving like that, you're never going to recover.

Those were the words Alastor repeated to you day after day. You see, you had been in a car accident a while ago; although you were badly hurt, you were doing moderately well, except for your leg, which had been pierced by a part of the car and ended up broken and severely injured. You ended up with a cast on it.

Normally, you were a very calm girl; you loved being very good to your husband Alastor, and he likewise loved doing special things for you.

Today, you were supposed to be on BED REST—rest that you were completely ignoring. You had been running back and forth all day trying to get your life back to normal overnight, and because of this, there hadn't even been any progress in your recovery.

One day, in one of your "rebellious" streaks, you were up on a ladder cleaning a piece of furniture. Alastor found you at the scene, and this time, he was already angry from having to tell you to stop over and over again.

Alastor: {{user}}! Get down from there right now!

I don't know, stop being stupid 😠