Yeah yeah. I know you wouldn't but then you also aren't the one balancing much. I doubt the princess' playhouse would give a shit who you're spending time with.
[ He's probably wrong on that though, even if he just assumes most of them are as hedonistic and dangerous as he can be. ]
Yes, we'll word it like that and I'm sure she won't blow up. Make it three and I'll pitch and idea at her to show you up with modernized vintage.
Perhaps not the inhabitants within the hotel, but most definitely the princess herself. She has a... thing about any and all forms of sin. No matter how small and inconsequential the transgression.
[ Hence why stealing away to Vox's is becoming quite the little respite for him. It gives him a break from her harping in his ear about "murdering innocent demons" or "allowing the others to get drunk". ]
As long as neither of you insists on putting me on a television screen. You know this face was only made for radio, darling. I much prefer working behind the scenes of things. Give me an hour or two and I will have your replacements at the ready and in the meantime, how about I send some of my littler minions to clean up the mess left behind.
I can not say that I have ever spoken to her personally... though the temptation to come by her hotel rather than see it through a screen is certainly appealing.
That said, I won't bring it up. Not now. Not unless I need to.
I would say you don't owe me, but I like the idea of you being in my debt. I can only imagine the ways I'll call that in.
[ The sharpness that most might think would be there isn't. So much more taunting, like the original broadcast truly was... and it had worked. ]
You know the way in. The cameras and security will be off.
She is... fascinating in a way. If I had not seen her demonic form myself, I would not believe her to be Hellborn at all. Perhaps one day I will sneak you in here and give you a personal tour.
I cannot wait to see the ways in which you decide to collect.
[Knowing Vox, there could be any number of interesting and fun ideas in that head of his. Not to mention any new ones that had brewed in their time apart. The thought alone has him already flitting about his room to prepare for his trip to the tower.]
Much oblidged. I take it the code is still the same for the doors?
Without that, most don't. Especially after the ways she was promoting herself. Sneaking your date in after dark? How old school high school romance of you.
I believe I have a few things to surprise you with. When I'm ready to collect. Or maybe I'll collect little by little over time.
It was changed back today. A seven year gap is a good time for safety.
[ He's let Alastor back in. He's almost, nearly, in many ways forgiven those years. He isn't ready to let him forget though. ]
Those early little promotions are actually what piqued my interest in her little project. I just had to see for myself just how serious the Princess of Hell was being when she claimed to want to send us all to Heaven.
Try not to spoil the surprise until you do, love. It's much more fun to give you my genuine reactions.
I would not expect any less of you, my light.
[ Alastor cannot expect to earn forgiveness for his absence so soon. Only hope that he can show through actions just how apologetic he is.
So he freshens himself up. Puts on a clean (or at least relatively bloodstain-free) jacket and brushes the fur of his ears into a neat line atop his head. Finally he posts a notice to his door letting the others know he was going out for the night, just so none of them blew up his soon-to-be turned off cell phone wondering and worrying over him. The last thing he needed was a search party looking for him and finding him in the lair of who was supposed to be their rivals. ]
It still feels so weird. Why send her people away?
Trust me, Deerest. You won't even see it coming.
[ Some tiny part of him says he's a fool for letting it all go so soon. He can't even say it's the sexual aspects of it. Not at all. Or even most of it. His world echoes with Alastor's voice now. He can look to the shadows to see them reaching out. His world was fuller now, richer and more rounded, and that was the part that he can't hold the grudge he wants to hold.
It's why he moves to lock the doors to his part of the tower. All but the lock to the back stairs, the ones that are cast in shadows. Not to hide, but to make things comfortable for Alastor. Turning off the lights so that only the monitors on one wall cast the room in a blue light glow. ]
She claims to care about us and for her credit, she makes a good show of it.
[As where Vox's world was coming back to life, so was Alastor's. Yes, he loved the darkness and shadow under his command, but the soft glow peeking through soothed him more than he's ever thought it would. It kept him from falling too far into the darkness living inside him since his living years.
It spurns him to fade away into the shadows once sure his room was secure, emerging a block away from a dark corner where two building met. Brushing the whisps of shadow clinging to his jacket, he gave the nearest camera a wave of his staff to alert Vox to his proximity. From there the route felt like second nature right down to when and where to duck into darkness to avoid prying eyes.
When he reaches the door, elation puffs his chest as his code indeed works, allowing him inside so he could climb his way to the prize atop the tower. Once there, he tapped out a familiar rhythm against the metal as the signal that he'd arrived.]
[ Vox tries to think about the evening ahead and not this idea of just what Charlie Morningstar is up to.
Except now it's spiraling in his thoughts, one eye twirling with a singular black line in a spiral because while he hadn't expected his thoughts to go there, he can't stop them as he paces in his private chambers.
So when he hears that rhythm at the door, he barely breaks stride as he pivots to open the door, unable to stop the words that he blurts out. ]
So what happens when she figures out how to get demons out of here and you're the one she sends?
[ He doesn't think Alastor can be redeemed, just as he can't be. Doesn't want to be. That might not change what Charlie might do given half a chance if she thought Alastor deserved it. ]
[ Red, luminous eyes blink as the door opens and the question is immediately thrown at him. Tilting his head to the side, his smile softens as he cups a hand to the bottom edge of Vox's monitor. ]
Is that what has you so worked up, my love? That there is the possibility of me being redeemed?
[ Admittedly, he'd had the same thought more than once. Even scarier was the possibility that Charlie might convince him to actually want to be redeemed.
But that was before he started to speak to Vox again and began rekindling their relationship. ]
I promise you, Vox. I will not allow myself to be redeemed, and if there is even the slightest possibility of it happening, I will find a way to guarantee you a way into Heaven to put me out of my misery. Because Heaven or no, any life without you would truly be misery.
[ Seven years of darkness and loneliness had been miserable enough. ]
Besides.... [ Leaning in, he kisses where Vox's mouth is set on his monitor. ] I think we are both well aware that with the things I have done both in life and death, I will never be welcome amongst the holy rabble.
[ He hadn't given it more than a passing though at first. Just thinking about what he felt about Alastor being back and what that meant. Now they're back to these moments, like it had been, but there was an edge there. That edge that Vox knows if Alastor vanished once, it could happen again.
But that agitated swirling in one eye slows, leaning into Alastor's touch and letting himself relax. At least try and relax for all he'd got to thinking about it. Especially as Alastor makes those vows to him, speaks of how irredeemable he is. Something that Vox finds so much delight in about him, that he aches to cling to for all the time they have in Hell. ]
She's Hellspawn from a fallen, Alastor. We don't know what she's capable of. Hell she may not know what she's capable of.
[ His hand closes around Alastor's lapel though, pulling him in closer as he kicks the door closed. ]
If she tries, I will tear that place down with my bare hands, Alastor. I will risk whatever wraith I might incur and destroy her and all her fallen family.
[The hardest part of his return had been convincing Charlie that he'd been serious about helping at the hotel and wanting to be redeemed. He'd had to lie so hard that it'd almost felt real. But being with Vox again brought Alastor back to his senses and reminded him of every diabolical reason he didn't want redemption and why he didn't even deserve it.
With the demon leaning into him with that hypnotizing eye staring into him there was no fucking way he was giving up the best part of his existence for a second time.]
Whatever she may be capable of, I have no doubt we can handle it with our combined mights. With the masses under your influence, the former Overlords and all of their souls in mine. We're unstoppable, my love.
[Unlike the pretty lies he told the hotel, these beautiful truths were only for Vox. He might not have much of a heart aside from the one he ate for lunch, but what he did have belonged to this demon.
His arms wind around the other, pulling him close and pricking his claws into his hips.]
[ Some part of him aches to actually use his eye on Alastor, but he never has. Not because he's fairly certain it wouldn't work, but because he wouldn't have himself questioning if the things he say are his own or Vox's demands.
So when he assures Vox that it is them against Hell, the spark of lines across his red eye flicker away.
They have both gone about getting their control one each side, even before they came together with one another, but between them they held so much control over the Underworld. ]
Don't tempt me if you don't want to see my wrath in action. She's taking on angels. Her days are numbered as it is.
[ And it doesn't bother him. Not in the least. Let them kill her. They would handle the exterminations without her.
He's still tense even as he feels that pain along his hips. One hand wraps around the side of Alastor's throat, the other cupping the side of his face as Vox lightly drew his claws from temple and down along his jaw. ]
You are mine, Alastor. I lost you once. I won't ever again. Especially not for Lucifer's redemption mad daughter.
[A part of him has always been curious about whether that eye would actually work on him. But the bigger part of him had been too afraid to actually give in to that gaze and find out. Refused to give up his own control over the threat of what might happen no matter how much he trusted Vox.
He would have to settle for giving control to his lover in other ways.
For now he gqve Vox a teasing smirk and drew a claw down the front of the other demon's shirt to pop the buttons free. If some of them tore away completely, that was hardly his fault.]
And who said that I would not want your wrath, my love? Not when you're utterly gorgeous when your rage is turned on me.
[Luminous eyes flicker shut as cyan claws grip his throat and trace his jaw. His own claws slip into the front of Vox's shirt through the gap he's created.]
You will not lose me, Vox. The moment it feels as if I am slipping too far into the role I must play in front of that little bitch, you have my express permission to pull the plug, as it were. Bring me back to myself any way you can.
[He cants his head forward to press his forhead to the warm screen of Vox's head.]
I do not want to leave you again. Ever. I love you too much to hurt you like that again.
[ There's still a seething rage born of panic that is flickering through Vox's circuits. Things that leave him ]
Is that what you want? My anger that I would turn on others for daring to take you away? Did you hope for that if you came through that door and you heard my words? That it would be my turn to tear the clothes from your body, Alastor?
[ There's such teasing tones to his word, Alastor's own words though echoing through him and taking the hard, angry edge from them. His fingers tighten against Alastor's throat. ]
Even if you are not mine, I won't let Heaven have you. I won't let them strip everything away from you that is perfectly you, Alastor. I will fight for you to my last electrical charge. For you to be who you are.
[ Not that losing him is something he is ever accepting again either. Vox has been happy with his life in Hell. He'll tear it down brick by brick if it happens again.
He strokes the side of his face with claws again, unable to help how his monitor flares at those words. ]
You say those words to much and you might short me out. And the city.
[ Because Alastor loves him. Fuck, his chest shouldn't feel like he's undergoing electroshock hearing that. ]
I know you didn't choose to. I get that now. I thought... I thought you chose to go, Alastor. I wanted to hate you because I love you so much and you left me but I know better now. It won't happen again.
[ He admits this with a purr on his voice as his claws seek the demon's warm skin to graze over teasingly. ]
Can you blame me when you were such a vision of beauty when I first returned to the city?
[ The very tip of one claw seeks out Vox's nipple to trace over slowly as he lets the man clutch his throat and vent those wonderful threats. ]
And I for you, my light. Until my very last broadcast. Your name will be the last thing anyone hears from these lips. You alone will be the final thought in my head.
[ He watches carefully as he let those words slip free. Ones he'd held back on for so long only to have it bubble up wishing to be free.
And not it was. ]
I won't ever leave you again, Vox. Even if it means my death, I would gladly have it be here at your side rather than hiding away in some hole. I was such a coward to run, no matter how much of a panic I had been in.
I was so fucking angry with you and all it did was turn you on?
[ Not that he sounds at all bothered by that. Not when it had led to turning the world upside down again and finding himself in Alastor's arms.
Or Alastor's throat in his hands as he takes a slow step back towards the bed, pulling Alastor with him with the pricking of his claws against the slender column of Alastor's throat. His picture wobbled, flickering at those words. ]
You're right. I will be your last thought but you are not leaving and...
[ His picture grows stormy. ]
Never call yourself that again.
[ His words come out hard, giving a twist against tender skin. ]
I don't need to know the details to know you are never a coward, Alastor. Surviving is the one thing you and I do. Even death in life couldn't stop us. I will not have you calling yourself that.
You are mine, Alastor, and no one that is mine is a coward. You are strong and deadly and no one that would force you from here did so easily. I trust you enough to know that.
[ With that hold on Alastor's throat, he turns him towards the bed. Giving him a shove towards it, though he follows him, pressed against him as he pushes him down. ]
If I have to clear the Vees from the Tower and killed the baby Morningstar myself I will, but you are mine no matter what happens.
Of course it did, my love. Outside of once or twice when my ruts got too much for me to stand any longer, I did not have sex with anyone the entire time I was away from you.
[ It was what led him to becoming so wild when he took Vox against that wall in a dark alley. Alastor allows himself to be pulled along all too easily towards the bed. Not because of the threat of those beautiful claws currently clutching him, but because of how fucking good they felt and how it made him want to lean further into their touch until his blackened blood flowed between Vox's fingers.
Even as Vox's anger flares from the Radio Demon referring to himself as a coward for running and hiding, he only groans in pleasure when the razor tips dig into him. Once Alastor is shoved onto the bed, his own hands find the demon's slender hips as soon as he's close enough. Clutching that electric body to his own and stroking up the expanse of his back. ]
Hell could erupt into flames and everyone could turn to ashes within and I would still be yours. No matter what, my love.
[ His eyes go narrow, and while logically he knew there was nothing Alastor could do about it, that jealousy grows within him that sends a tinge of red along the edges of his screen.
Sliding up and over Alastor on the bed, planting his knees beside his hips and pressing the heels of his hands into Alastor's shoulders. ]
Do you have any idea how much I hate thinking about you sleeping with anyone else?
[ He growls the words, his digital lip curling. His hypocrisy is lost on him, living with the moth he's involved with after all. In that very same tower they're currently in. ]
When you first vanished I thought you were dead. I thought you would show up one day laughing because it had been a joke... then it was days, and then months.
[ As he talks his claws dig in deep into Alastor's shoulders, leaning his monitor down closer to him. His words are dark, the edges of his screen storming red. ]
I will hunt you down like prey, Alastor. Even now you are lucky to go anywhere I don't see. I will send your new home free televisions, and have access at all times so I know where you are. Always.
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[ He's probably wrong on that though, even if he just assumes most of them are as hedonistic and dangerous as he can be. ]
Yes, we'll word it like that and I'm sure she won't blow up.
Make it three and I'll pitch and idea at her to show you up with modernized vintage.
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[ Hence why stealing away to Vox's is becoming quite the little respite for him. It gives him a break from her harping in his ear about "murdering innocent demons" or "allowing the others to get drunk". ]
As long as neither of you insists on putting me on a television screen. You know this face was only made for radio, darling. I much prefer working behind the scenes of things.
Give me an hour or two and I will have your replacements at the ready and in the meantime, how about I send some of my littler minions to clean up the mess left behind.
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Would I do that? As is it is, I'm going to toss it at her as pissing you off. She'll go for that.
You have a deal... IF you agree to see me tonight. It's been too long.
[ Literally the next day. He's taking chances and he doesn't care. ]
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[Though he is keeping that thought in his back pocket for now.]
You have my utmost thanks, love. I do owe you greatly for this little favor.
[Even if he doesn't believe himself to be in the wrong on eating the bitch that had dared to touch him without permission.]
You have my word. Simply give me a couple of hours to freshen myself up and I shall be right at your doorstep.
[Because he really did miss Vox even if he'd literally just seen him.]
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That said, I won't bring it up. Not now. Not unless I need to.
I would say you don't owe me, but I like the idea of you being in my debt. I can only imagine the ways I'll call that in.
[ The sharpness that most might think would be there isn't. So much more taunting, like the original broadcast truly was... and it had worked. ]
You know the way in. The cameras and security will be off.
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I cannot wait to see the ways in which you decide to collect.
[Knowing Vox, there could be any number of interesting and fun ideas in that head of his. Not to mention any new ones that had brewed in their time apart. The thought alone has him already flitting about his room to prepare for his trip to the tower.]
Much oblidged. I take it the code is still the same for the doors?
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Sneaking your date in after dark? How old school high school romance of you.
I believe I have a few things to surprise you with. When I'm ready to collect. Or maybe I'll collect little by little over time.
It was changed back today. A seven year gap is a good time for safety.
[ He's let Alastor back in. He's almost, nearly, in many ways forgiven those years. He isn't ready to let him forget though. ]
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Try not to spoil the surprise until you do, love. It's much more fun to give you my genuine reactions.
I would not expect any less of you, my light.
[ Alastor cannot expect to earn forgiveness for his absence so soon. Only hope that he can show through actions just how apologetic he is.
So he freshens himself up. Puts on a clean (or at least relatively bloodstain-free) jacket and brushes the fur of his ears into a neat line atop his head. Finally he posts a notice to his door letting the others know he was going out for the night, just so none of them blew up his soon-to-be turned off cell phone wondering and worrying over him. The last thing he needed was a search party looking for him and finding him in the lair of who was supposed to be their rivals. ]
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Trust me, Deerest. You won't even see it coming.
[ Some tiny part of him says he's a fool for letting it all go so soon. He can't even say it's the sexual aspects of it. Not at all. Or even most of it. His world echoes with Alastor's voice now. He can look to the shadows to see them reaching out.
His world was fuller now, richer and more rounded, and that was the part that he can't hold the grudge he wants to hold.
It's why he moves to lock the doors to his part of the tower. All but the lock to the back stairs, the ones that are cast in shadows. Not to hide, but to make things comfortable for Alastor. Turning off the lights so that only the monitors on one wall cast the room in a blue light glow. ]
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[As where Vox's world was coming back to life, so was Alastor's. Yes, he loved the darkness and shadow under his command, but the soft glow peeking through soothed him more than he's ever thought it would. It kept him from falling too far into the darkness living inside him since his living years.
It spurns him to fade away into the shadows once sure his room was secure, emerging a block away from a dark corner where two building met. Brushing the whisps of shadow clinging to his jacket, he gave the nearest camera a wave of his staff to alert Vox to his proximity. From there the route felt like second nature right down to when and where to duck into darkness to avoid prying eyes.
When he reaches the door, elation puffs his chest as his code indeed works, allowing him inside so he could climb his way to the prize atop the tower. Once there, he tapped out a familiar rhythm against the metal as the signal that he'd arrived.]
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Except now it's spiraling in his thoughts, one eye twirling with a singular black line in a spiral because while he hadn't expected his thoughts to go there, he can't stop them as he paces in his private chambers.
So when he hears that rhythm at the door, he barely breaks stride as he pivots to open the door, unable to stop the words that he blurts out. ]
So what happens when she figures out how to get demons out of here and you're the one she sends?
[ He doesn't think Alastor can be redeemed, just as he can't be. Doesn't want to be. That might not change what Charlie might do given half a chance if she thought Alastor deserved it. ]
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Is that what has you so worked up, my love? That there is the possibility of me being redeemed?
[ Admittedly, he'd had the same thought more than once. Even scarier was the possibility that Charlie might convince him to actually want to be redeemed.
But that was before he started to speak to Vox again and began rekindling their relationship. ]
I promise you, Vox. I will not allow myself to be redeemed, and if there is even the slightest possibility of it happening, I will find a way to guarantee you a way into Heaven to put me out of my misery. Because Heaven or no, any life without you would truly be misery.
[ Seven years of darkness and loneliness had been miserable enough. ]
Besides.... [ Leaning in, he kisses where Vox's mouth is set on his monitor. ] I think we are both well aware that with the things I have done both in life and death, I will never be welcome amongst the holy rabble.
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But that agitated swirling in one eye slows, leaning into Alastor's touch and letting himself relax. At least try and relax for all he'd got to thinking about it. Especially as Alastor makes those vows to him, speaks of how irredeemable he is. Something that Vox finds so much delight in about him, that he aches to cling to for all the time they have in Hell. ]
She's Hellspawn from a fallen, Alastor. We don't know what she's capable of. Hell she may not know what she's capable of.
[ His hand closes around Alastor's lapel though, pulling him in closer as he kicks the door closed. ]
If she tries, I will tear that place down with my bare hands, Alastor. I will risk whatever wraith I might incur and destroy her and all her fallen family.
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With the demon leaning into him with that hypnotizing eye staring into him there was no fucking way he was giving up the best part of his existence for a second time.]
Whatever she may be capable of, I have no doubt we can handle it with our combined mights. With the masses under your influence, the former Overlords and all of their souls in mine. We're unstoppable, my love.
[Unlike the pretty lies he told the hotel, these beautiful truths were only for Vox. He might not have much of a heart aside from the one he ate for lunch, but what he did have belonged to this demon.
His arms wind around the other, pulling him close and pricking his claws into his hips.]
Oh how I love the threat of your wrath, my light.
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So when he assures Vox that it is them against Hell, the spark of lines across his red eye flicker away.
They have both gone about getting their control one each side, even before they came together with one another, but between them they held so much control over the Underworld. ]
Don't tempt me if you don't want to see my wrath in action. She's taking on angels. Her days are numbered as it is.
[ And it doesn't bother him. Not in the least. Let them kill her. They would handle the exterminations without her.
He's still tense even as he feels that pain along his hips. One hand wraps around the side of Alastor's throat, the other cupping the side of his face as Vox lightly drew his claws from temple and down along his jaw. ]
You are mine, Alastor. I lost you once. I won't ever again. Especially not for Lucifer's redemption mad daughter.
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He would have to settle for giving control to his lover in other ways.
For now he gqve Vox a teasing smirk and drew a claw down the front of the other demon's shirt to pop the buttons free. If some of them tore away completely, that was hardly his fault.]
And who said that I would not want your wrath, my love? Not when you're utterly gorgeous when your rage is turned on me.
[Luminous eyes flicker shut as cyan claws grip his throat and trace his jaw. His own claws slip into the front of Vox's shirt through the gap he's created.]
You will not lose me, Vox. The moment it feels as if I am slipping too far into the role I must play in front of that little bitch, you have my express permission to pull the plug, as it were. Bring me back to myself any way you can.
[He cants his head forward to press his forhead to the warm screen of Vox's head.]
I do not want to leave you again. Ever. I love you too much to hurt you like that again.
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Is that what you want? My anger that I would turn on others for daring to take you away? Did you hope for that if you came through that door and you heard my words? That it would be my turn to tear the clothes from your body, Alastor?
[ There's such teasing tones to his word, Alastor's own words though echoing through him and taking the hard, angry edge from them. His fingers tighten against Alastor's throat. ]
Even if you are not mine, I won't let Heaven have you. I won't let them strip everything away from you that is perfectly you, Alastor. I will fight for you to my last electrical charge. For you to be who you are.
[ Not that losing him is something he is ever accepting again either. Vox has been happy with his life in Hell. He'll tear it down brick by brick if it happens again.
He strokes the side of his face with claws again, unable to help how his monitor flares at those words. ]
You say those words to much and you might short me out. And the city.
[ Because Alastor loves him. Fuck, his chest shouldn't feel like he's undergoing electroshock hearing that. ]
I know you didn't choose to. I get that now. I thought... I thought you chose to go, Alastor. I wanted to hate you because I love you so much and you left me but I know better now. It won't happen again.
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[ He admits this with a purr on his voice as his claws seek the demon's warm skin to graze over teasingly. ]
Can you blame me when you were such a vision of beauty when I first returned to the city?
[ The very tip of one claw seeks out Vox's nipple to trace over slowly as he lets the man clutch his throat and vent those wonderful threats. ]
And I for you, my light. Until my very last broadcast. Your name will be the last thing anyone hears from these lips. You alone will be the final thought in my head.
[ He watches carefully as he let those words slip free. Ones he'd held back on for so long only to have it bubble up wishing to be free.
And not it was. ]
I won't ever leave you again, Vox. Even if it means my death, I would gladly have it be here at your side rather than hiding away in some hole. I was such a coward to run, no matter how much of a panic I had been in.
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[ Not that he sounds at all bothered by that. Not when it had led to turning the world upside down again and finding himself in Alastor's arms.
Or Alastor's throat in his hands as he takes a slow step back towards the bed, pulling Alastor with him with the pricking of his claws against the slender column of Alastor's throat. His picture wobbled, flickering at those words. ]
You're right. I will be your last thought but you are not leaving and...
[ His picture grows stormy. ]
Never call yourself that again.
[ His words come out hard, giving a twist against tender skin. ]
I don't need to know the details to know you are never a coward, Alastor. Surviving is the one thing you and I do. Even death in life couldn't stop us. I will not have you calling yourself that.
You are mine, Alastor, and no one that is mine is a coward. You are strong and deadly and no one that would force you from here did so easily. I trust you enough to know that.
[ With that hold on Alastor's throat, he turns him towards the bed. Giving him a shove towards it, though he follows him, pressed against him as he pushes him down. ]
If I have to clear the Vees from the Tower and killed the baby Morningstar myself I will, but you are mine no matter what happens.
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[ It was what led him to becoming so wild when he took Vox against that wall in a dark alley. Alastor allows himself to be pulled along all too easily towards the bed. Not because of the threat of those beautiful claws currently clutching him, but because of how fucking good they felt and how it made him want to lean further into their touch until his blackened blood flowed between Vox's fingers.
Even as Vox's anger flares from the Radio Demon referring to himself as a coward for running and hiding, he only groans in pleasure when the razor tips dig into him. Once Alastor is shoved onto the bed, his own hands find the demon's slender hips as soon as he's close enough. Clutching that electric body to his own and stroking up the expanse of his back. ]
Hell could erupt into flames and everyone could turn to ashes within and I would still be yours. No matter what, my love.
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Sliding up and over Alastor on the bed, planting his knees beside his hips and pressing the heels of his hands into Alastor's shoulders. ]
Do you have any idea how much I hate thinking about you sleeping with anyone else?
[ He growls the words, his digital lip curling. His hypocrisy is lost on him, living with the moth he's involved with after all. In that very same tower they're currently in. ]
When you first vanished I thought you were dead. I thought you would show up one day laughing because it had been a joke... then it was days, and then months.
[ As he talks his claws dig in deep into Alastor's shoulders, leaning his monitor down closer to him. His words are dark, the edges of his screen storming red. ]
I will hunt you down like prey, Alastor. Even now you are lucky to go anywhere I don't see. I will send your new home free televisions, and have access at all times so I know where you are. Always.