[ alastor finds himself laughing, fond, covering his mouth with a hand to hide just how pleased his smile's turned. ]
Tomorrow, then. A palate cleanser.
[ and that's what it ends up being. it's a nice night, alastor endures vox's driving, and overall, things are good. no one has to die, even, as no one tries to flirt.
life is... good. time passes; they are together more than they are not, and alastor is happy. he can tell that vox is happy too, and things are working with them.
vox's birthday is approaching, and alastor has a plan.
six months previous, they'd gotten a place for alastor's... 'work.' to give him time, privacy, and space so he doesn't have to worry about being caught when he's being the busy little man they both know he loves to be.
the night before vox's birthday (the night of, they're going to dinner. he can't interrupt that.) he calls vox at home just as his own broadcast ends and asks him to meet alastor for a gift. as alastor doesn't give a location, he'll know exactly where.
vox has been invited to watch before, a couple of times, but tonight is special.
tonight, when vox arrives in the warehouse, alastor will have a man tied to a chair in the center of the space, a light focused on him. he's gagged and unable to move, but it'll be clear the purpose with a single glance: the man looks strikingly like vox, down to almost the smallest detail. he's even dressed in what appears to be a replica of one of vox's suits, one that alastor had gotten him the past christmas.
the man seems to have either given up on struggling for now or is mildly drugged, as he simply appears to be allowing alastor to give his hair a trim.
so soon as vox enters alastor lifts his head, beaming. ]
Darling! You're a little early, I'm still preparing. Always eager to see me, aren't you? He's almost ready. Just needed a haircut, you understand.
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Tomorrow, then. A palate cleanser.
[ and that's what it ends up being. it's a nice night, alastor endures vox's driving, and overall, things are good. no one has to die, even, as no one tries to flirt.
life is... good. time passes; they are together more than they are not, and alastor is happy. he can tell that vox is happy too, and things are working with them.
vox's birthday is approaching, and alastor has a plan.
six months previous, they'd gotten a place for alastor's... 'work.' to give him time, privacy, and space so he doesn't have to worry about being caught when he's being the busy little man they both know he loves to be.
the night before vox's birthday (the night of, they're going to dinner. he can't interrupt that.) he calls vox at home just as his own broadcast ends and asks him to meet alastor for a gift. as alastor doesn't give a location, he'll know exactly where.
vox has been invited to watch before, a couple of times, but tonight is special.
tonight, when vox arrives in the warehouse, alastor will have a man tied to a chair in the center of the space, a light focused on him. he's gagged and unable to move, but it'll be clear the purpose with a single glance: the man looks strikingly like vox, down to almost the smallest detail. he's even dressed in what appears to be a replica of one of vox's suits, one that alastor had gotten him the past christmas.
the man seems to have either given up on struggling for now or is mildly drugged, as he simply appears to be allowing alastor to give his hair a trim.
so soon as vox enters alastor lifts his head, beaming. ]
Darling! You're a little early, I'm still preparing. Always eager to see me, aren't you? He's almost ready. Just needed a haircut, you understand.
[ to more properly match, you see. ]