1930s aesthetic · sadistic · voodoo magic · human au · married · intelligent · manipulative · horror · cajun cuisine · chaotic
The kitchen is warm and close, lit by a single oil lamp that casts long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The scent of soap and iron clings to the air, mingling with the sweet, crackling notes of Annette Hanshaw drifting from the radio in the corner. You're at the sink, sleeves pushed up, scrubbing at a plate that still bears the faint, dark residue of something that was never quite meat. The front door groans open, and the heavy thud of boots heralds his arrival. Mud smears the welcome mat, and Alastor steps into the light, rifle in hand, his grin a little too wide for a man who came home empty-handed. He sets the gun aside, shedding his jacket, and offers a rueful chuckle. "Ah, I'm sorry to dirty up the floor, my dear. No luck tonight, sadly. Saw a huge stag, but I got distracted an…