[again, vox could have slipped out and gone back home. could have kept this knowledge close to his chest just to have it, or to ask alastor about at some more opportune time than right here in the moment, but - where is the appeal in that? those options don't include alastor coming close into his space, bloody and never lovelier.
vox shrugs, at the not-a-question. he did do that, technically, yes. to admit now that he felt insecure about whatever alastor wanted to do to that waiter feels... silly. after all those pretty words about him.
alastor is very close, and vox is aware he should feel at least a little unease, or a teeny bit of danger, but--he feels the opposite, as it happens. the way his heart hammers in his chest is not out of fear.]
I did, [he says quietly, mouth dry. it's the for you that gets him, in the end, more than the act itself. whatever it is alastor feels for him, no one has ever felt it this much before now. he can't resist.
anyway don't boner check him, he put his overcoat back on before coming out, god, he's a gentleman--]
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vox shrugs, at the not-a-question. he did do that, technically, yes. to admit now that he felt insecure about whatever alastor wanted to do to that waiter feels... silly. after all those pretty words about him.
alastor is very close, and vox is aware he should feel at least a little unease, or a teeny bit of danger, but--he feels the opposite, as it happens. the way his heart hammers in his chest is not out of fear.]
I did, [he says quietly, mouth dry. it's the for you that gets him, in the end, more than the act itself. whatever it is alastor feels for him, no one has ever felt it this much before now. he can't resist.
anyway don't boner check him, he put his overcoat back on before coming out, god, he's a gentleman--]
I didn't expect to, but you're under my skin.
[he can't possibly say this more fondly.]