It's time for the Radiostatic Reverse Bang! I'll be posting my own chapters throughout the week leading up to my artist's wonderful peice but until then here's chapter 1 >:)
You can read Chapter 1 here!
Title: All the Sad Young Men
Relationship: Alastor/Vox
Vox walks at his side, Alastor can hear his even footsteps against the carpets below, but he still can’t feel him. Can’t feel his frequencies.
And while he could see him, nobody else could. Not the cameras. Not the sinners he passes in the hotel’s halls. Not Husk. And certainly not Niffty.
“I’ve gone insane,” is all Alastor can say when he enters his radio tower. He didn’t know why he ended up here specifically. Maybe his room was too personal. Too vulnerable to let Vox back in.
“Oh, don’t be too hard on yourself, Al.” Vox steps into view, eyes squinting as he smiles. “We’re in Hell, it’s bound to happen to everyone eventually.”
Alastor snarls at that, but he doesn’t lash out this time. Doesn’t let his shadows shoot out and his nothing. Instead he walks deeper into his tower, Vox - or whatever he is - stepping out of his way.
Or: After the Might of Lilith fiasco, Alastor is left haunted by a ghost of the past and a newfound need to keep Vox for himself