Okay, but the possibility of Vox getting all his old, softer feelings for Alastor back with him being in such close proximity to him again??
Imagine:
I didn't want to use you. I, I just wanted you.
You wanted my power.
No, Al, I really-
There's no use in lying, Vox. We have no cameras you need to perform for.
I'm not lying! I really didn't have ulterior motives, not like you think.
Then in what way?
I just wanted to be near you, Alastor. I wanted to rise to the top of Hell together, and maybe, maybe along the way I was hoping... *long pause while Alastor just stares with an expression of forced nonchalance* I was hoping for more.
For more? *barks out a laugh* You've really impressed me Vox. *confused yet hopeful look from Vox* You've somehow managed to regress over all these years. Yes, you're more pathetic now than you've ever been!
Fuck you, Alastor. *tears in his eyes*
If I would allow that, we wouldn't be having this conversation now would we?
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Shaping up to be Barty centric but with other POVs still included!
Summary:
Love, to Barty, is an anxious thing. It feels like that split second just before you dive from a cliff, when you second-guess if you're going to do it only to realize your feet have already left the ground. It's living in that moment before your brain catches up to what your body is already acting out. It's terrifying. It's exhilarating. It's addictive.
Evan isn't anxious. Love with Evan is still terrifying and exhilarating, and addictive. But, it's also calm. It's the moment of clarity once your face breaks through the water. It's the feeling of warmth that fills your body when you accept that the fall didn't kill you and that, maybe, part of you hoped it didn't all along.
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Vox feels as if he's acting out the life he never got to live, the one stripped from him by society while alive and yanked from his grasp once again in his afterlife by the very man sitting in front of him. He stares at Alastor like an answered prayer, like a blessing due to him that has finally been paid in. Alastor stares back at Vox with undiluted disdain swirling in his eyes, the look made only more cruel by the forced frown of the mask that Vox has plastered on Alastor's face. Vox can't bring himself to care about the hatred and anger seeping into the air surrounding the radio demon. How could he when all Vox can think of is how he's won? He has done it! Vox has Alastor in his possession, and this time, this time he would not fuck it up. No, this time Vox would show Alastor just how strong he has become without him and then Alastor would see it, would see everything he gave up. Alastor would see all the potential he had let slip through his fingers back then, and Vox needed Alastor to understand how much he fucked up seventy years ago.
“Vox, Amorcito, we're finishing what we started earlier, right?” At the sound of Valentino's voice, Vox's eyes flit to his right for a split second before returning back to Alastor's face. “Vox.” Valentino says his name in a sing-song tone, and Vox tilts his chin up in acknowledgement, eyes still not leaving Alastor's.
“Huh? Sure.” Vox's tone is distracted, his attention more focused on the way Alastor's eyes just narrowed in malicious amusement. His own eyes widen in shock as his face is turned away from the radio demon by a hand dragging his chin. “What, Val?” Vox tries to twist his face back towards Alastor, but the grip Val has on his chin keeps his face firmly held in place.
“You and me. Your bed.” Val pulls Vox's face closer to him and blows smoke in his face. “Your new little pet can watch.” A shiver runs down Vox's spine at the suggestion.
“Oh, yes, that's perfect.” Vox glances at Alastor, searching for any sign that the radio demon was paying attention to his exchange with Valentino, but Alastor’s cold eyes are staring straight forward right past him, as if Vox isn't even in the room. It pisses Vox off. “Go tie yourself up, Val. I'm coming.”
“Ooh, I look forward to it.”
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Pairing: Vox x Alastor (RadioStatic/RadioSilence)
Main themes: Angst, Hurt/
Main themes: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Forced Proximity
Summary:
With Alastor now in his possession, Vox feels invincible. He's finally bested his afterlife rival, and he's eager to impress him, to show Alastor how much stronger he's become. But, when Vox's act of being a one-man band becomes too insulting, Valentino and Velvette abandon him, splitting up the Vees for good and leaving Vox alone with only Alastor to perform for. How long can Vox keep up his ruse of control? Can he maintain his composure while his mind is brutalized with the memories of everything he and Alastor used to be? And, can he stop himself from hoping for something they could now be?
