#mothablaze

Cracking his neck and wincing at the tightness of his muscles, Alastor flickered a disinterested gaze at the moth, before his own eyes finally rolled in annoyance.

“And just how long are you planning on holding that grudge, my dear? Til your death bed?” he mocked. “I warned you, several times to leave. There was a reason I did. You chose to stay, for reasons I’ll never understand. Why Miss Motha, you of all people should know what happens when a demon becomes feral.”

“Co-Manager,” Hellebore said from her perch lurking on top of a book shelf, “something called ‘art therapy’, I heard a demon mention.”

“Of course, I understand.” Although it was strange for the stoic ‘human’ demon to not hear the familiar radio-laced voice of Alastor and Vaggie’s yelling in the hotel for the majority of their absences.

“Been keeping everyone else from tearing the hotel apart while you were out... Although I find it odd that you and Mr Alastor were absent at the same time.” Don pointed out, walking over to Vaggie, careful to not be in stabbing range of her holy spear. 

(closed with @mothablaze)

"Allo? Iz anybody zere? I theenk I am a leetle bit lost." A small young blonde girl in an old maroon dress wandered through the fog. While clearly a bit frightened, she was trying hard not to show it. The girl took a deep breath before spotting someone human-esque. Walking timidly over to Vaggie, tiny fingers tugged on her shirt to get her attention. "Excuse me? Miss? I seem to 'ave forgotten my way and zis fog iz making eet 'ard to see anytheeng. Can you 'elp me find my way 'ome?"

『 “ 𝖔𝖍 𝖍𝖔 𝖍𝖔 ! vaggie, ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ, you wouldn’t happen to be mistaken, would you ? lord only knows how ʂıƖƖყ you look spewing this nonsense . ”

a hand comes to curl under motha’s chin, the princess smiling down with a certain air of formidability that represented charlie’s longing love for her as well as alastor’s dreaded stare. something was amiss here, & the nearly 7’ tall demon was practically luminescent of that.

Distant whispering “Do it. You should totally spend it with your girlfriend.”

“Oh goodness! How crass!” He doesn’t back up by even an inch, but his hands fly to his face dramatically.

“Is it a fella I know? Perhaps I can give ‘em a good lick for ya!”

//don’t worry. i got your back. we can poly ship. i think it’d be cute/sweet.