"I spy with my little eye", chap. 2
Tumblr can have a snipped of this chapter here hehe
ׂ╰┈➤ Tags: Dottore x F!Reader, Murder Mystery, Reader is in her 40s.
“Doctor,” you greeted. His expression did nothing to you, didn’t even make you flinch as he scoffed. “How have you been?”
“Get lost.”
The rough words didn’t do anything to you. Perhaps Eliasz might’ve been intimidated by the harbinger’s most dishevelled or unhinged segment, but not you. Alpha was the first, you had heard, the first to be created and therefore the most faulty one. At least that’s what Omega had said.
“Why are you sitting on the ground?” You asked him gently, frowning. “And why are you out during the day? Don’t your eyes hurt?”
He stared straight at you. You could see the shake in them. All of the segments shared the albinism that Zandik possessed, even though he had once vaguely mentioned it as one of the reasons he had been treated “differently” in the first place. You weren’t sure why. Sometimes, it seemed like he preferred to bear the title of a heretic like a badge, stone and burn himself before anyone else could, because what Zandik disliked the most was letting someone else wound him first.
“Stop asking so many useless questions,” Alpha snapped. Then you noticed his arm, which he had been holding to his chest. “And stop looking.”
“You’re at my door, sweetheart,” you pointed out. “It’s quite hard not to. If you came here, it must’ve been for a reason.”
It seemed that he wasn’t particularly willing to answer this. He only huffed a little, letting white steam fall from between his lips as he somehow curled up a little more, defensively. Like he was a stray dog, expecting to get kicked for latching onto a bone.
“Not willing to talk? Alright then.” You grabbed your keys, letting them ring in the silence was you opened the door. “The least you could do is walk in so I can check that arm of yours.”
You didn’t help him up, nor did you watch if he followed—you knew he would. After draping your coat over the nearest chair and freeing yourself out of your outer layers, you heard the door click shut behind him.
Alpha eyed your place. He had been here many times before, probably more than he admitted to the others. You kept his secret.
He shed his cloak, putting it on the hanger, keeping his arm to his chest at all times. You really did wonder how far the others could’ve gone this time. It wasn’t unusual for Alpha to come back bearing a few bruises, but a potential broken arm? Were his other versions really capable of such cruelty, even towards himself?
“Come here, darling.”
Alpha sent you a look that was annoyed at best, but then his feet led him to where you stood, by the heater that was near the couch. You had a fireplace in your bedroom upstairs, but it was a pain and a cost to use it.
“Sit.”
He did. His blue hair was usually mussed, and he was the segment that wore Howie coats the most. You couldn’t discern his exact age—he seemed older than both Gamma and Beta but younger than Theta—but the various scars and cuts he had made him look older, more rugged. When you took his wrist and pushed his sleeve up, you could see said scars on the pale skin of his forearms. He said they had been from work.
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