Once Lucifer properly left, Alastor's expression properly soured - not with a dropped smile, never that, but with his ears pinned back and his brows furrowed, he sat on the bed until he'd regained enough strength and coordination to stand.
A snap of his fingers swirled all of the remaining feathers into his hand, from down to flight feather, and with them in his grasp he melted away and returned to his room, locking the door tightly to keep Charlie out. She did not need to be nosy and catch wind of any of this, thank you very much.
He'll settle for his two projects, instead - crafting a magnificent quill from the flight feather, giving it a light oil coating to protect it and enhance its sheen, and sewing together a voodoo doll of Lucifer stuffed with the downy feathers as the heart of the doll to make it all the more potent.
The man had his demons (hah) to battle, and he'd need to make the effort on his own... but if nothing else, he could dress and commune for this poppet for Lucifer, some semblance of promoting prosperity and protection. Hah. To think anyone would bother trying to protect the literal devil, and yet... it only made sense, now that Alastor was saying 'sha' whilst Lucifer was saying 'chér'. The project for tonight could occupy his time, occupy his mind as his body gobbled up his magicks to gradually build itself back up in every wound except his angelic wound.
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A snap of his fingers swirled all of the remaining feathers into his hand, from down to flight feather, and with them in his grasp he melted away and returned to his room, locking the door tightly to keep Charlie out. She did not need to be nosy and catch wind of any of this, thank you very much.
He'll settle for his two projects, instead - crafting a magnificent quill from the flight feather, giving it a light oil coating to protect it and enhance its sheen, and sewing together a voodoo doll of Lucifer stuffed with the downy feathers as the heart of the doll to make it all the more potent.
The man had his demons (hah) to battle, and he'd need to make the effort on his own... but if nothing else, he could dress and commune for this poppet for Lucifer, some semblance of promoting prosperity and protection. Hah. To think anyone would bother trying to protect the literal devil, and yet... it only made sense, now that Alastor was saying 'sha' whilst Lucifer was saying 'chér'. The project for tonight could occupy his time, occupy his mind as his body gobbled up his magicks to gradually build itself back up in every wound except his angelic wound.