#alistair things

I like to keep A.listair's maker vague with the exception of it being a woman to allow fun plots. So I was thinking if I gave him a verse in V.an H.elsing verse, what if one of the brides turned him, and then brought him back. He certainly just wants to stay out of it.

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The first time he ever really felt the draw, the need to be a father was just after Cecily was born. The thirteen year-old liked keeping an eye on her, helping out with the baby, burping her after feedings, even changing her diaper wasn’t so much of a chore to him. He loves children and even from that young age he’s been absolutely certain he wants a family of his own. Getting married, settling down, having a family, it’s one of his greatest goals in life, if not the greatest. And the kindness he sees flowing through Nadira makes him absolutely certain that she’s be a terrific mother and a person he would be happy to raise a family with. But ever since the day he decided he had to leave, he’s sworn that he won’t have a family while he’s still tied to the Heist. He won’t raise a family in this environment. He simply won’t do it. Yet with every passing year, he can feel that clock ticking. He’s getting older and before too long, he knows he’ll likely to be too old to keep up with little feet running around the house. He wants a family, but the gap in which to do so is thinning. It’s one more thing pushing him away from the heist and planting the seeds of a proposal in his head, because he can’t have the children he wants until he’s long gone.

Overall, away from the Heist which requires him to be otherwise, Alistair is practically a perfect goody-two-shoes. He keeps his drinking recreational, he’s never touched drugs, and thing perverse stay in private as far as he’s concerned. He’s the perfect good little boy. If it weren’t for that mouth of his. He curses like a sailor--frequent and without care to whose company he’s keeping or the situation at hand. He can’t pinpoint when or where he started, but if he had to take a guess, his finger would land squarely on Silas, Tommaso, and William. He can’t seem to watch his tongue if he tried and in honesty, he very rarely does. It’s a quick, easy way to relieve stress and if things aren’t going exactly to plan, you can bet Alistair Villiers is quite literally cursing it. In any of the five languages The Heist spans.

Romans 12:21

James Carstairs, Clockwork Princess by Cassandra Clare

So sick of wasting all my time How in God's name did I survive? I need a little sympathy To sore my insecurities Our consciences are always so much heavier than our egos I set my expectations high So nothing ever comes out right So shoot a star on the boulevard tonight I think I'll figure it out with a little more time But who needs time...? Turn off the lights, turn off the lights Turn on the charm for me tonight I've got my heavy heart to hold me down Once it falls apart my head's in the clouds So I'm taking every chance I got Like the man I know I'm not