#alastrophe

@alastrophe

"You've been having all sorts of fun pretending not to know my name recently, haven't you? Any particular reason, aside, perhaps from senility? You're not much older than me, and you've been gone less than a decade. I'd hate to see the Great Radio Demon go down like this."

🌃🌃 @alastrophe | Send 🗨️ for my muse to drunkenly confess a secret they have been keeping from your muse.

It’s not true drunkenness. He remembers how that feels, and however close he gets with exe.stasy it’s never close enough. Damn the middle ground.

He runs a finger over the divots of the USB stick, tracing the letters and spinning it through his fingers. “You know, Al, some days I wonder if I was ever actually in love with you. And then I think I’ll never be able to hate you enough for it to be that either, and whatever it is, it’ll never be indifference,”

He twists the USB again, before tucking it back into his chest pocket. “Sometimes I think if we ever actually made that deal to be partners, we’d defy fate. We’re not the first, I doubt we’ll be the last. Media Overlords and our fucked up rivalries, huh? All we do and we’ll never shake our other halves, whether we’d like to or not,”

“Oh joy,” Vox says dryly, deadpan in a way he rarely gets to showcase on screen. “I get a curse of social ostracism, and yet everyone’s least favourite radio hermit is still going to socialize with me,”

"You need to eat." -@alastrophe

"And yeh' need tah' mind yeh' own fuckin' business." He snapped, not even caring that he had had a shitty attitude the past few days. They were sinners, weren't they? It wasn't like they were perfect people by any means, and Angel knew how to be aggressive and petty and quite honestly a damn bitch.

He had been sulking around the hotel lately, not talking to anyone nearly as much as he normally did, which was the first clue that something was wrong. The second major clue being that he wasn't flaunting himself, and actually looked incredibly casual in the oversized hoodie and leggings he had been wearing. The others could tell he wasn't taking care of himself, and the others had expressed concern.

Send me 🛌 to crawl into bed with my muse! -Accepting ( @alastrophe )

Rosie was visiting the hotel for a short while, hoping to give Charlie a bit of advice with her hotel. Since traveling between the hotel and Cannibal Town took quite a while, Rosie decided to stay. Wanting to respect her dear friend's space, she decided it was best that they slept in different rooms.

So when she prepared herself for bed, Rosie decided that she would only wear a slip to bed this evening. As she settled for the evening, pulling the covers over her, she slowly started to drift, at least she was about to until she felt a dip in the bed beside her. A confused expression washed over her facial features. Turning to her side, she noticed that Alastor had crawled into bed with her.

ll Grab Meme - Accepting ll @alastrophe

He noticed.

@alastrophe | Blood Ball

Metatron smiles, and laughs gently as the offered arm, but takes it nonetheless. It's an endearing relic of a a specific era of behaviour Metatron had missed seeing, but that, occasionally, when he ventured out in the broader streets of Heaven, some souls retained.