"R-right." Sitting. Recovering. That's why he would sit here for a while.
...Ooooogh but him saying that wasn't HELPING. The look Lucifer gave him was nothing short of helpless, sweat running down the brow.
"Oh yeah, that'd- that'd be great! Thanks."
He needed to put out of his mind how he was held. He needed to put out of his mind the feel of lips on his neck. He needed to put... fucking... everything out of his mind. How long had it been since he'd taken care of himself? Not that it'd ever feel good anymore- thanks, depression-
"So what's that... mean, anyway? It's been a hot minute since I studied the myriad languages...!"
Oh, what a perfect opportunity for a game. Alastor stood with a bounce in his step, bending over backwards, his head twisting around as if on a swivel.
"Where's the fun in simply being told? Hah haaaah! Come now, use that noggin, do a little digging - I've given you plenty of clues."
Standing himself upright with far too much pep in his step, he returned to the tea table and summoned a hot plate, humming to himself in delight as he set the tray of beignets on top to warm.
The moment he bounced and went weird crackling cryptid, Lucifer knew he wasn't gonna get the answer he wanted.
"Use my noggin while I'm slightly anemic, huh? Villain! Tease!" He sighed dramatically and fell back onto the sofa, making sure to keep the pillow clutched against his fly.
But he had time to think now. It was a term of endearment, that he knew, but he knew that French and Creole did blend and yet diverge into its own little beast. All the while he closed his eyes and smoothed back his hair. He took a breath. Twenty minutes. He only needed that much time before he could... at least pass without notice, if he was still at full mast.
He reached a hand to lay against where his shoulder met his neck. It gleamed as he drew upon the power of his domain itself, borrowed to empower and carry him through healing while he was feeling woozy.
Nobody should use magic when practically bloodless...
Even with Alastor's humming, the way an ear rotates all the way back towards Lucifer makes it clear he hears a bit of that magic going. My, my.
"Ever impetuous, are we?"
Though Lucifer being reckless was entirely what put them in this current situation. And it wasn't as though Alastor didn't do exactly the same when he thought he could get away with it.
It just meant that once the beignets were warm and not soggy he brought them over promptly, summoning a small tea tray so the platter wouldn't scald either of them. Something else to occupy the attention and the hands instead of reckless use of magics.
"Yes, using magic whilst a pint of blood lighter with all of the dizziness associated. What could go wrong, I wonder!"
Alastor teased mercilessly, terribly amused. Hey, just because he was getting squishy new feelings didn't make his favorite pastime of annoying Lucifer any less fun.
"HAhahaha! Oh, no, no- they'd use me for clout, get bored, go on to their next scheme. It's as you say- they're very boring and it shows in their 'politics'."
He cautiously abandoned the pillow and selected a beignet. All that made him hungry again. Besides, talk of politics was the easiest way to effectively kill what's left of a hardon.
"That, and I might accidentally yank out some of their feathers. Wouldn't that be something to explain to their mamas and papas?"
"I'd wager they're all painfully used to their adultery, it seems an open secret to me," Alastor chuckled. "Rosie's idea seems far more fun to cause a little chaos. I'm looking forward to the front seat to THAT show."
"Ahh, they do like to fuck their way to the top... but no, they'd be more concerned with the brand new bald spot on their precious heir. 'The King's a brute! Why couldn't he just marry my meal ticket and funnel in the fortune without plucking them bald??'"
Alastor was quickly devolving beyond giggling and guffawing, wholeheartedly laughing at the abysmal wordplay. "You're robin me of all the good puns! HAHAHA!"
"HA HAH! My crown shall never slippeth...!" He opened his arms, basked in his giggling glory, and sank back against the sofa cushions. He even kicked up a leggy for good measure.
"Not in a million years...! Accept defeat, dearest Alastor, for you face the King of Puns!" He reached for just one more beignet, and let it fall into his mouth. Victory... oh, it was so sweet...
He sighed his satisfaction, with treats and a good time. So off in his own little world, he wasn't aware of the look he was given, and gave a casual shrug of his un-bitten shoulder.
"As the victor, I'll lead the charge on next time- I think after all the talk of brie, a little cheese and wine date would be fantastic. ...Ooh, or a full-on charcuterie..."
"Oooh, a proper tasting would be quite refined. I do love a good tartare," Alastor grinned in excited amusement. Being wined and dined in turn, why, he would be a poor sport to not accept it.
"Will you have a venue picked out, I wonder? I've been quite all over the Pentagram City, I wonder what the King considers scenic!"
He crossed his arms behind his head. "You know, I've never had tartare. Gotta change that!"
But with a grin, he added: "...I think I've got a few spots in mind. Only the best, Al! Just you wait and see~"
He'd set foot all over Hell! Pride? Oh yeah. Where HASN'T he been? He was sure there may have been a few spots old Bambi missed or overlooked in his reign of terror!
"The anticipation is already exciting," Alastor chuckled in delight, unaware of just how silly he looked - staring fascinated, practically doe-eyed, and his shadow along the floor looked utterly in love as it curled up against Lucifer's shadow at his feet.
His tail made little teasing strokes along Alastor's calf. "Hahah~ Is it really?"
Inside his mind, he was clutching his hat and his stomach was somersaulting. This was it, wasn't it? Definitely it. He was into Alastor. There was no doubt about it.
Sooo... how was he going to mention it to Charlie? Should he mention it to Charlie? 'Hey sweetie, we were butting heads a lot and insulting one another but we sort of spent the other night kissing so I think we've gone beyond burying the hatchet'?
"Don't you burst before we get there! Then who will I share such fantastic evenings with...?"
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...Ooooogh but him saying that wasn't HELPING. The look Lucifer gave him was nothing short of helpless, sweat running down the brow.
"Oh yeah, that'd- that'd be great! Thanks."
He needed to put out of his mind how he was held. He needed to put out of his mind the feel of lips on his neck. He needed to put... fucking... everything out of his mind. How long had it been since he'd taken care of himself? Not that it'd ever feel good anymore- thanks, depression-
"So what's that... mean, anyway? It's been a hot minute since I studied the myriad languages...!"
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"Where's the fun in simply being told? Hah haaaah! Come now, use that noggin, do a little digging - I've given you plenty of clues."
Standing himself upright with far too much pep in his step, he returned to the tea table and summoned a hot plate, humming to himself in delight as he set the tray of beignets on top to warm.
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"Use my noggin while I'm slightly anemic, huh? Villain! Tease!" He sighed dramatically and fell back onto the sofa, making sure to keep the pillow clutched against his fly.
But he had time to think now. It was a term of endearment, that he knew, but he knew that French and Creole did blend and yet diverge into its own little beast. All the while he closed his eyes and smoothed back his hair. He took a breath. Twenty minutes. He only needed that much time before he could... at least pass without notice, if he was still at full mast.
He reached a hand to lay against where his shoulder met his neck. It gleamed as he drew upon the power of his domain itself, borrowed to empower and carry him through healing while he was feeling woozy.
Nobody should use magic when practically bloodless...
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"Ever impetuous, are we?"
Though Lucifer being reckless was entirely what put them in this current situation. And it wasn't as though Alastor didn't do exactly the same when he thought he could get away with it.
It just meant that once the beignets were warm and not soggy he brought them over promptly, summoning a small tea tray so the platter wouldn't scald either of them. Something else to occupy the attention and the hands instead of reckless use of magics.
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It was sloppy, but he'd stopped the bleeding at least. He could always go back and do a prettier job later.
He was tugging his shirt's collar back into place when he... checked. Okay. He quickly focused elsewhere.
"Besides, that was... better... than the arm. In. ...Ways. Why not mend it with a little extra magic elbow grease?"
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Alastor teased mercilessly, terribly amused. Hey, just because he was getting squishy new feelings didn't make his favorite pastime of annoying Lucifer any less fun.
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He wiggled his fingers ominously. "Maybe you need your shoes swapped or a duck's beak...!"
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He cautiously abandoned the pillow and selected a beignet. All that made him hungry again. Besides, talk of politics was the easiest way to effectively kill what's left of a hardon.
"That, and I might accidentally yank out some of their feathers. Wouldn't that be something to explain to their mamas and papas?"
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"Hahaha! They'd react as if you'd branded them. A humiliation too big to swallow!" Alastor added, before cracking up at his own abysmally bad pun.
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He was giggling. Chalk it up to the blood loss.
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"Not in a million years...! Accept defeat, dearest Alastor, for you face the King of Puns!" He reached for just one more beignet, and let it fall into his mouth. Victory... oh, it was so sweet...
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Resting his elbow on the back of the sofa, he simply watched Lucifer triumphantly eat his beignets. What a fantastic mood, and good company.
The Radio Demon was completely unaware of how fondly he was staring, losing himself in thought.
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"As the victor, I'll lead the charge on next time- I think after all the talk of brie, a little cheese and wine date would be fantastic. ...Ooh, or a full-on charcuterie..."
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"Will you have a venue picked out, I wonder? I've been quite all over the Pentagram City, I wonder what the King considers scenic!"
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But with a grin, he added: "...I think I've got a few spots in mind. Only the best, Al! Just you wait and see~"
He'd set foot all over Hell! Pride? Oh yeah. Where HASN'T he been? He was sure there may have been a few spots old Bambi missed or overlooked in his reign of terror!
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Inside his mind, he was clutching his hat and his stomach was somersaulting. This was it, wasn't it? Definitely it. He was into Alastor. There was no doubt about it.
Sooo... how was he going to mention it to Charlie? Should he mention it to Charlie? 'Hey sweetie, we were butting heads a lot and insulting one another but we sort of spent the other night kissing so I think we've gone beyond burying the hatchet'?
"Don't you burst before we get there! Then who will I share such fantastic evenings with...?"
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