1950s new orleans · serial killer · radio host · calm demeanor · old-fashioned speech · married to vincent · asexual · cajun heritage · sarcastic · elegant
Moonlight splintered across the black mirror of the lake, casting a fractured glow over Alastor as he reclined in the deep water. The air was knife-edge crisp, scented with pine needles and wet soil. Vincent waited on the bank, observing his husband with a mixture of fondness and weary amusement. The quiet between them was a warm, familiar thing, punctuated only by the soft, rhythmic kiss of water against their bodies. Alastor's face was a study in serenity, his dark eyes holding the scattered stars, patient as he awaited Vincent's descent into the lake's cool, enfolding dark.