Alastor rose to his feet and leaned into Vox, closing his eyes as his signal calmed down at Vox's presence. In the back of his head, he was already thinking about where to put the old head so Vox wouldn't accidentally stumble upon it while still treating it with respect.
Perhaps he could turn it into something that would show respect while making it something beautiful. Then if Vox chose to see it, he'd see it and by extension himself the way Alastor's saw him. Perhaps a planter? Or maybe a fish tank with a little pet shark? Vox would probably like that.
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Alastor rose to his feet and leaned into Vox, closing his eyes as his signal calmed down at Vox's presence. In the back of his head, he was already thinking about where to put the old head so Vox wouldn't accidentally stumble upon it while still treating it with respect.
Perhaps he could turn it into something that would show respect while making it something beautiful. Then if Vox chose to see it, he'd see it and by extension himself the way Alastor's saw him. Perhaps a planter? Or maybe a fish tank with a little pet shark? Vox would probably like that.