[ alastor does speak a bit more, but it's the same things over and over and eventually he falls into silence, just enjoying the rest of the spectacle he's created for himself.
when the struggling finally stops, he's in the process of bracing himself on the man's chest to stand when he hears vox's voice behind him and stops moving entirely for one heartbeat, two, three. he inhales slowly, then exhales out any anxiety he's feeling from being caught.
then he's standing smoothly and turning toward him, shirt and face splattered in blood and pupils blown as he takes a couple of steps closer. ]
You followed me here.
[ a statement, not a question.
he's still smiling. ]
Did you like it? What I did for you?
[ another step. he's very close now, but he hasn't touched vox. not yet. his gaze flicks downward for a split-second, almost like he's checking for something. that much is mere curiosity, though. ]
no subject
when the struggling finally stops, he's in the process of bracing himself on the man's chest to stand when he hears vox's voice behind him and stops moving entirely for one heartbeat, two, three. he inhales slowly, then exhales out any anxiety he's feeling from being caught.
then he's standing smoothly and turning toward him, shirt and face splattered in blood and pupils blown as he takes a couple of steps closer. ]
You followed me here.
[ a statement, not a question.
he's still smiling. ]
Did you like it? What I did for you?
[ another step. he's very close now, but he hasn't touched vox. not yet. his gaze flicks downward for a split-second, almost like he's checking for something. that much is mere curiosity, though. ]
Tell me the truth. I won't hate you either way.