#ll violet

alasdair is none too pleased about the snow storm. beyond the cold that he has kept at bay with the help of fireplaces and his own abilities, he’s now left without his claim and it has been alasdair in a foul mood. regardless, he’s opened his home to help those that may need it and that’s how he found himself with violet in his care. he’s had little interaction with the hellhound--especially since his trips to the chateau had slowed down. last he’d heard though, she’d been claimed. “care for some wine?” alasdair asked as he walked away from the window in his living room, moving to grab the open bottle to pour into his own glass--his third for the night. “might as well get comfortable.” @hound-fromthe-depthsofhell​