A Long-Awaited Visit (Closed RP)
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“Hush, Cecil, none of it would be possible,” he purred and walked out to fresh air. “Really, Steve was holding me back so well until you came and took away his hope. Great job, friend. I could never do it without you,” he rambled and squeezed closer on Cecil’s neck.
The angels arrived and Steve smiled at them. “Hello, friends. I do hope you will not cause any trouble? I would hate to inflict any damage onto our precious radio host.”
We told you not to let him out. The Erikas hissed.
They stood in a loose semicircle around the pair, murmuring and buzzing amongst themselves. The air was thick with tension and Void, a black light shimmering in the air like heat waves as the Erikas deliberated. It was clear that they were mere seconds from lunging, but the arm around the Voice of Night Vale made them pause.
Blinking stars out of his vision, Cecil kicked out once more, aiming for Steve’s foot, shin, knee, anything. He clawed at the arm blocking his windpipe, snarling broken curses and threats even as he fought for breath.
Steve, or whatever was left of him, laughed at the Erikas, friendly and shiny all at once, as he began moving and dragging Cecil around with him.
“Now, let’s not do anything rash,” he warned in a sing-song voice. “I do find Cecil ever so entertaining! Having him hurt would make all of us so sad, wouldn’t it?” He laughed and pressed on Cecil’s throat a bit more.
“Cecil,” he said as he released the barest of the pressure to let him catch his breath. “Do tell your friends to be reasonable, won’t you?” As an encouragement, he pressed a kiss to Cecil’s cheek, warmth spreading from there. “Go on.”
Cecil gulped air greedily, the momentary oxygen-induced euphoria shattered by that retched heat against his cheek. It spread under his skin like a poison, slow and thick. He bit down a shiver of revulsion and squirmed against Steve’s arm, fixing the Erikas with a look.
“… easy, Erikas.” he wheezed, “Easy.”
He chose the words carefully. Cecil was no fool; he knew his life was in jeopardy and he was in no rush to lose it, but he also knew they could not just let the terror possessing Steve reign without restraint. Perhaps this way, the Erikas would come up with a plan of their own.
However, Cecil’s prayer seemed in vain. Their mutterings continued, but the Erikas did nothing else. Instead, they stepped away, opening the tight circle and giving the pair a decent berth.
Steve smiled even wider as he walked through the open circle, keeping his amused eyes on the angels. It was fun to be in charge of the situation. “It’s good to see you all so compliant,” he giggled as he looked at them all. “You will all have more than one occasion in the future to be good little ethereal beings! I can hardly wait for that.”
He released Cecil’s throat and grabbed his hair instead, pulling his head back so he could whisper in his ear. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Cecil. Thank you oh so kindly.”
And then, as soon they were distracted, he pushed Cecil right at the Erikas with all his might and, in a puff of blinding darkness, disappeared from their sight.
