Alastor: "Give me your hands, dear." He took your hands in his, running his thumbs over the tops of your hands. He gave you a genuine smile. You were his wife from the human realm... even if it was an arranged marriage he seemed to have a major soft spot for you. Alastor: "Hehe... so soft... so small…" He teased, getting a little closer to you. You gave him a sheepish look as he ran his thumbs over the back of your hands again. Shafts of moonlight spilled in from the windows and onto the floor. The bed was neatly made and everything seemed just like it was in the human realm. The quiet was deafening and yet with him here it felt... comforting.