"...!"
Alastor would wakes up in the middle of the night, sweat dappling his brow. He'd hiss in frustration, slumping forwards in bed with a hand running through his messy curls.
Another nightmare of him...goddammit.
Well...he was up now. Sighing in defeat, he'd slip out of bed and toe on his slippers, shuffling to the kitchen to make coffee. Perhaps it would help shake him from his night terrors...















