#Dark Countermelody (Anti-Moxxie)

[zephosthefaedemon]

(from any of my muses on here ) " It's not your fault " [ evil laugh ]

(Evil Laugh indeed, I'm gonna respond with a couple of muses of yours, one for our ditzy deer friend and one for Anti Moxxie)

Alastor Response:

Zephos' ears perked up, looking up from her knitting to find none other than the Radio Demon standing nearby her. She was sitting under that same tree that she'd been under the last time he'd approached her. Her tail stilled, her posture changed to one straight and poised as needed to defend herself. She did not drop the knitting, which was a lovely yellow scarf she intended to give to Charlie.

She'd taken some advice from a musically inclined imp friend of hers to take care of herself, to protect herself as needed, concealing a silver dagger laced with her own blood against her thigh should she need it.

The fae's response was a mixture of confusion and distrust. Was Alastor genuinely apologizing for his behavior toward her. She figured ask to clarify what he meant by that. "So Alastor, if it wasn't my fault, pray tell why you decided to target me so. If you wanted something from me all you had to do was ask. I'm usually a generous person, I could have helped you."

Anti-Moxxie Response:

Zephos would be knitting that yellow scarf she intended for Charlie to have by her birthday, chatting with Moxxie in the garden under that old tree. It still had scars from that day where a certain someone had snapped on her.

When that topic came up with regards to the tree, she'd mentioned that perhaps it was her fault that she'd been hurt by Alastor, because she'd been kind to him in the first place. She'd stopped her rambling when he cut through with the statement of it not being her fault, halting her words right there. She took in what he said, a tilt to her head, ears flicking up as if to hear what he'd said. Her eyes slightly widened too, silver shining in the light between the shade and the leaves.

After all this time, between everything she'd ever done, she'd never been told that. From the mother who raised her, to the humans who were skeptical of her, to the fire which ruined the naivety her childhood, she usually was not allotted any mercy or innocence.

She did not feel the tears betray her feelings from his kind words, just one simple sentence broke her wall down that she'd had for so long. The disgraced Fae Lady felt her breath begin to be hard to gain, trying to hold herself together. Zephos didn't even realize a shimmering tear dropped until she saw it against her white glove. "You really mean that?" She'd say gently, her soft voice slightly wavering, even softer than before.