"Why do you have three heads~?"

"Because you’re drunk, hun... "

You and Alastor get a bit..tipsy on an evening night

The irresistible allure of his charm captivated you. Since the day you exchanged vows, the profound yearning to bridge the barriers that once separated you, to transcend the limitations imposed upon you, and perhaps even to deepen your intimate connection, has persisted.

Both of you had anticipated adding something, or someone, to your and Alastor’s so-called "picture." Perhaps adopting, or engaging in sexual intercourse. This would at least satisfy your and Alastor’s desire to have a child.

As the evening drew to a close, you and Alastor had made plans to conceive a child. Condoms were conveniently stored in the bedroom, and the lights were dimmed, creating an intimate atmosphere. However, Alastor’s impulsive nature led to an unexpected interruption. In a moment of distraction, Alastor brought in a bottle of freshly opened grape wine.

It was undeniable that your attention was momentarily diverted by the audible popping of the cork from the wine bottle. You observed as he gracefully extended two clear wine glasses and poured wine into each one.

"For my dearest, my beautiful companion," he purred, pouring more wine into your glass. Setting the wine bottle aside, he took a sip of his own. With one hand, he gently pinned you down, resting it on one side of your head, while the other hand held the wine glass firmly.

In a state of profound intoxication, Alastor found himself curled up beside you, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as he emitted a series of uncontrollable laughter. “I perceive numerous aspects!” he exclaimed, his laughter echoing through the room. With a playful turn of his body, he faced you directly. “Why do you possess three heads?”

A faint smile tugged at the corners of your lips, unable to suppress the amusement that stirred within you.