Apologies to Certain Ladies

[lonelysmiles]

Sender: Alastor
To: The ladies who helped restore him back to normal after he went noctaere.
Warnings: Standard warning for Alastor though he's not being quite as much of a jerk this time.

[Each of the ladies who helped with restoring Alastor to normal will receive a basket filled with jars and bottles with various hand-written labels. The labels indicate these are herbal concoctions to promote healing with instructions on how to use them: some are ointments for cuts and gashes, some are oils and potions to speed recovery, and there's a couple of smaller jars of dried herbs to be brewed as tea to help with pain. Each label is written in the same handwriting as the main letter.]


I wish to extend my most sincere apologies for my abominable treatment of you this past Saturday. Losing my mind and turning noctaere is no excuse for a gentleman to extend such shoddy behavior towards a lady much less laying a claw on her. Such actions were utterly disgraceful.

The concoctions included in the basket with this note are to assist in your recovery. However, given my ill treatment of you, I will completely understand if you do not wish to use anything I concocted.

Sincerely,
Alastor


[On Millie's note in particular is an additional line.]


P.S. Please extend my compliments to your husband on his musical abilities. What little my mental state allowed me to hear of his performance was quite good. He's either well-trained, incredibly skilled, or both.

Comments

Care Package Received!

[666_hellhound_aesthetic]

Loona sat looking at the note for the longest time, along with glances at the basket of items presented.

"...goddamnit..."

One encounter with Alastor had been enough for a lifetime... fighting him for a second encounter and making it out with any fur left on her back was a miracle. A third time, and he was reaching out, with this whole holier-than-thou schtick?

Careful consideration was an understatement, and two words that Loona certainly wasn't used to using that often, but she regarded for the longest time, before she'd set about her own reply.

~~~~

The word 'yo' is struck out at the top of the letter.

hey

so yeah... got this and think its supposed to be like... good manners to send a thank you note? just... doing what we had to y'know?

feel like its no good lying to you since we saw what happened last time

so

you are one creepy ass old dude... but also not lying... much prefer to hear you back to yourself and maybe doing okay?

gonna use some of this stuff... but gonna save most of it for emergencies maybe... could be handy to have something like this next time we have to go out on a job or some shit

doing fine and will be back on my feet no prob

no need to worry none about millie either... that lady is like two feet tall but shes like two feet five of the toughest rawhide out of wrath and probly be up before me even

The next section has been erased, scrubbed and scribbled over a good few dozen times, but finally resulted in one legible question at its end.

so

is it cool if we start over maybe?

[lonelysmiles]

[You can't hear it, Loona, but Alastor gives a chuckle at reading your note.]

[The response is almost immediate, written in elegant script with red ink.]

So refreshing to see one of the younger generation with at least some understanding of basic manners. And one who's willing to speak her mind, for good or ill!

[Loona's at times vulgar blunt honesty really does remind him of dear Husk.]

It's good to hear that you and your compatriot are already healing well. If you need any more in the future, we can come to some sort of agreement then. A simple transaction, nothing binding, I assure you.

[Because some demons think he'll try and barter for every little thing with souls. Honestly, where do they even get that idea?]

And I certainly accept your proposal. What's been done is done. I look forward to less unpleasant meetings in the future.