[ alastor shivers a little from the touch, anticipatory if nothing else: vox didn't ask to do it, but they're in a space now where permission is implied so it doesn't matter. alastor is always far, far more willing to be touched in this scenarios than he is in any other.
he pats vox on the head gently once he's settled, then turns to the expy, long fingers unbuttoning and removing his coat to hang it over a workbench as he steps closer. ]
Voxxy, it's time to wake up.
[ to the double, naturally: his voice is low and sweet, the same tone he uses on the rare nights when they do share a bed to sleep and alastor wakes vox in the morning.
the man only stirs after a long moment: whatever alastor gave him must have been strong. he smiles, cradling the man's face in one hand, slipping into a croon as too-familiar eyes slip open. ]
There you are, darling. Good morning.
[ it looks like things are clicking into place very quickly, because there's a full-body jerk away from alastor, whose hold doesn't relent. ]
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he pats vox on the head gently once he's settled, then turns to the expy, long fingers unbuttoning and removing his coat to hang it over a workbench as he steps closer. ]
Voxxy, it's time to wake up.
[ to the double, naturally: his voice is low and sweet, the same tone he uses on the rare nights when they do share a bed to sleep and alastor wakes vox in the morning.
the man only stirs after a long moment: whatever alastor gave him must have been strong. he smiles, cradling the man's face in one hand, slipping into a croon as too-familiar eyes slip open. ]
There you are, darling. Good morning.
[ it looks like things are clicking into place very quickly, because there's a full-body jerk away from alastor, whose hold doesn't relent. ]