He skidded to a stop when those steps seemed to slow, and he looked back. He dashed behind a tree trunk to study the situation with a buffer.
Alastor was all caught up, swiping with an arm that he let grow to try and catch any part of him, practically driving himself crazy. The sight of this big monster desperately trying, so close and yet so far...
Lucifer pushed away from the stump and stepped into view. That arm grew out and he stepped back, juuuust dancing out of reach. What a predicament you're in, Prince of the Forest.
He couldn't help himself. Maybe it was the little scare earlier, feeling jittery from all the sights and sounds earlier, but there was a little charge in him now. It was enough that, without breaking eye contact and with a hardly-suppressed grin, he reached for the buttons on his shirt and vest and let them loose. Let him watch as he opened the way to more of that bare skin that lay hidden beneath all the finely-ironed cotton and silks and fine lines.
"...You were close for a little bit, weren't ya?" He shrugged out of those top layers, and with a careless toss, let the vest and undershirt be something those grasping claws can catch.
"That's your only freebie!" He cackled, turned and pressed on, eyes burning from gold to a gleeful red. What does one expect from the Devil himself...?
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Alastor was all caught up, swiping with an arm that he let grow to try and catch any part of him, practically driving himself crazy. The sight of this big monster desperately trying, so close and yet so far...
Lucifer pushed away from the stump and stepped into view. That arm grew out and he stepped back, juuuust dancing out of reach. What a predicament you're in, Prince of the Forest.
He couldn't help himself. Maybe it was the little scare earlier, feeling jittery from all the sights and sounds earlier, but there was a little charge in him now. It was enough that, without breaking eye contact and with a hardly-suppressed grin, he reached for the buttons on his shirt and vest and let them loose. Let him watch as he opened the way to more of that bare skin that lay hidden beneath all the finely-ironed cotton and silks and fine lines.
"...You were close for a little bit, weren't ya?" He shrugged out of those top layers, and with a careless toss, let the vest and undershirt be something those grasping claws can catch.
"That's your only freebie!" He cackled, turned and pressed on, eyes burning from gold to a gleeful red. What does one expect from the Devil himself...?