divinetree | Mom says it's my turn with the Alastor

He quirked a brow. "...It'd rude not to apologize for a scheduling hold-up, y'know. I saw that you dressed up and all."

A pause. Then, with a little grin, he preened his own chin. "You looked beautiful, Bambi."

His own eyelash flutter followed.

"Oh, you must be feeling guilty, to be throwing that word around to describe me," Alastor teased, though it was easy enough to sense that his pride was fluffed by the compliment.

"Nothing to feel guilt for. You have our dear Rosie to thank for selecting the vest - she's got more of the textile used so another can be made, since the first was destroyed in such a fun way."

He pushed away from the door. "She's a Hell of a lady! We really ought'a do lunch again sometime."

He'll just. Remember not to swallow the god-damned finger whole this time. Or stir with it.

But the king did a double-take. Then he frowned. "...Yeah, I figured you did that whole thing to rile me up! You're a cad! Also, I'm a builder, m'kay? If something's broken, I can put it back together, y'know."

"Hoh hoh! Trust me, it was a pleasant surprise just how enjoyable being devoured was. I see why you crave it so from me," Alastor giggled, amused as anything. See? Sick.

"Subject to your unholy fury and yet I am such a special pet, you'd never kill - hoh! What a thrill!"

He started, his face a faint yellow- CRAVE!? That's not-

I mean, he wasn't wro-

Ooh. No. Nonononohohohuuu. Let's not fall for that!

"HA! So it DID get you in a good way!" He marched right over and grasped the back of the Sinner's chair. His wings opened and lifted him to compensate for the height difference.

"Go on. Tell me more."

"Aren't you excited!" Alastor laughed, scratching under Lucifer's chin as if he were an over-excited pet. "It felt incredible, yes. To make the devil himself crumble and lose control. But not too much... after all, you wouldn't kill me, no matter how much I let you splay me open to be seen," he purred.

With a chuckle, he lifted the doll in his hand between them, wiggling the little arms. "With naught but words I had you doing exactly what I wanted. I became your obsession. Who wouldn't adore such a thing?" Always fond of being in the spotlight! Not seen by anybody, but perceived, enjoyed - he hated it with Vox, but he loved it from Lucifer. Lucifer who stopped when he asked, Lucifer who was older and more world-weary and has seen it all, Alastor was pulling his attention.

Like a desperate, howling demon...

"You have stoked my fury in ways very few ever could. This sounds like a do it again, Lucifer, pretty, pretty please..." Pardon him. He'll have a little nip of one of those ears.

With that appendage between his teeth, he blinked at the little doll.

"Ish that the thing? The-" He released the ear-

"What has my down in it?"

Alastor's ear flicked at the nibble, flicking again a few times after being released. He's still drained, but just enough blood's come back to him to add a little bit of color to his cheeks that he plays off as he reaches around Lucifer to place the doll on the shelf with the rest of them.

"It sure is! The down is needed so the spirits know where to find you," he chuckled, amused. "Hair could have sufficed - hair is what I took from Charlie, after all, for hers."

Pause. Take a moment. These were good things, Luci. Good things. All that bullshit about inflicting pain is something the community knocks down and fights to bury.

This was a nice thing done for Charlie.

"Heh... no pressure, right? I hope the spirits like me a little, at least."

"If you're worried, you can always give them more tribute!" Alastor chuckled, resting a hand on Lucifer's hip. "But in this case, I'm the one asking for help, so it's my rapport that matters~"

This was a nice distraction from frustrating thoughts. Lucifer was excitable, silly, curious - all appropriate traits. Alastor would reward him with a kiss on that pale white neck, cleaned of the blood he'd been soaked in earlier. The red blood looked good on Lucifer, like an elegant painting. But he also quite enjoyed the flush of gold under the skin when he could make Lucifer squirm - that was his favorite game.

It caught him by surprise, which earned a small squawk and a hitch of his shoulders in reflex. Ticklish, quiddit-

"Tri- tribute? Like what now...?" He'll get you back with the stroke of a finger along the shell of an ear. Whyyyy were they so soft, that's so unfair that they had to be so high up god damn it...

Their height isn't so bad when you're hovering so close, right? Much less if Alastor pulls Lucifer into his lap - if he's going to be here, he ought to sit, right?

"Food, drink, candles... there's a number of things pleasing to the Loa. Each of them has their own favorite, of course," he hummed, closing his eyes and enjoying the touch to his ears, since they were in the privacy of his room. He'd been ripped open, after all, no need to hide away his other minor vulnerabilities from Lucifer.

"Surely you've been given tribute from mortals? I can only imagine how many occultists and satanists have attempted to win your favor."

The almighty King of Hell was momentarily struck dumb and gold in the face upon being plunked in the lap. Once his brain restarted, he cleared his throat and adjusted his bow tie.

The new position allowed him to stroke with fervor, but still so very gently.

"...O-oh, yeah, tons! Blood offerings from the wilder ones, whole lot of red wine, fruit..."

His face flattened. "Jars filled with... fluids... so I try not to really touch offerings in the last few hundred years, unless I can observe the offering being made and know it's not, ah. Iffy."

It softened as he thought. "Lotta snakes. But I'd like them kept alive, the cute little things. SO tired of them getting killed and offered up to me."

"Much agreed. I quite miss having to be careful to dodge snakes in the riverside, hoh hoh," Alastor chuckled fondly, nostalgically, tone not unlike his reminiscing on the speakeasy dancing he'd done with Mimzy. He missed New Orleans.

"Lucky to get offerings - though Sinners certainly can pull some strings or some limbs to get a succubus to bring down animals from Earth, hoh hoh."

He glanced over past the wooden flooring, to the bog itself - still flush with blooms save for where the gators had been sliding on their bellies at the water shores. Though he couldn't claim he got the gators himself... they had been a gift. Ah, well. Alastor's grip tightened around Lucifer's waist - it's too bad Vox wasted their bond. Bastard, arrogant blowhard, complete asshole...

Smiling at Lucifer again, the deer gave him a gentle kiss. He definitely needed to practice kissing some more.

"I guess I could call it lucky- it's good power to draw from. But some days you get some weeeeird stuff." Let's ignore the letter asking for some of his used bath water. Let's never, ever bring it up and keep that buried.

Besides, that's an arm around the waist. He eased against him, but his hand lay against his chest very briefly before quickly shifting to the shoulder. Blink and you miss it.

The kiss was gentle and stirred the blood. Practice... ah... of course. Practice always made perfect. Lucifer lingered and brought that hand down from his ear to the back of his head. With a fond touch of deep red between his fingers, he eased into another kiss.

Such a surprise to see him initiate... who was he to refuse? He could help himself whenever he wanted...

"...Is that a request, Bambi...? Do you want offerings...?"

"What have our dates been if not funny little informal offerings? Though it's all in good fun rather than reverence," Alastor giggled. Though, there was a little bit of that earlier, when he was marveling in Lucifer's power and ferocity.... ahem.

"Though if you intend to hand me flowers, mind that they'll have to be in a container or I ought to be wearing gloves! I've got a black thumb rather than a green one," he chuckled. Speaking of... "Did you ever find the black box I brought you earlier?"

Huh. He had a point. But that last time earlier was, ah... Hm.

But Lucifer recalled bits and bobs here and there, how many flower arrangements and decor was never directly touched by Alastor. Really, Lucifer chalked it up to perhaps not really being into that sort of thing, but now he was curious to see just how far that black thumb went...

He looked up at him, eyes widening.

"The roses," he sighed in unmasked pleasure. "Yeah, I- I got 'em somewhere safe. I don't get blooms like that, not even as an offering..."

He drew a coy little circle at his lapel, fluttered eyelashes. "...So you're the first. Mr. Radio Demon, I think you're trying to come on to me."

"Hah! I would have been quite surprised if someone had gotten you your first bouquet so soon after our last discussion of it after our lunch with Rosie," Alastor chuckled, enjoying the closeness, the touch. When he invited it, it was nice. And in return, Alastor would never forget important little details like that, even if said in jest.

"The first I've dressed up for in centuries and you're only now pondering if I might be courting you! You're a laugh riot, Lucifer."

"You did dress up for me, didn't you!?" He eased back for a dramatic dip and lay the back of a hand against his forehead, turned away.

"Courted! Wooed! I... I...! Yes, Alastor, I will meet you under the weeping willows once our chaperones are occupied... then, we will be together...!"

"Under the willows! Certainly never an ill fated meeting, but perhaps there's an allure to a little bit of drama!" Alastor teased, pinching Lucifer's cheek. He couldn't help himself - music started up from the radio.

♫ Don't go by the river,
if you love your wife!
'Cause you'll make that girl a widow,
and you'll cause her pain and strife.
If you go by the riverside...
you'll lose your la-la-la-la-liiiife~! ♫

Alastor earned a small blep for the cheek pinch, but that forked tongue quickly receded as the music began.

There was a small flicker of curiosity at first, but he was quickly huddled in, absolutely hooked. He was a fella who loved a good spot of showmanship. But a song? And with Alastor's pretty singin' chops?

A slice of Heaven he'd never let the angels have, if he could help it. All mine.

He kept that thought to himself, but pardon him as the tip of his tail was wiggling like that of an intrigued cat.

And despite his still somewhat gnarly bites, Alastor leaned in, singing with fervor and enthusiasm - he adored his bayou, adored his childhood home, and adored how eerie and menacing it was to those who didn't know how to live with it.

♫ People by the river--
THEY know who's the boss.
They'll get at fancy city-folks,
no matter what the cost! ♫

At 'city-folks', Alastor playfully stole Lucifer's hat, twirling it on a finger.

♫ And if you go by the riverside,
you'll end up lo-lo-lo-lo-looooost~! ♫

Alastor's energy seemed to surge back into him, and he stood, carrying Lucifer along as he started dancing through the bog, the lighting dramatically changing to an eerie night where the moon shone too brightly and cast harsh shadows.

As he picked up singing again, Alastor made a teasing little bite gesture at Lucifer's neck.

♫ There's a bat they call Lestat
who'll sink his teeth in yoooou!
You might meet a creature
from the swampy black lagoooon!
And if the moon is full,
y'might meet the loup-garoooouuuu!
Don't go by the riverside--
you'll be SORRY if you dooooo~! ♫

The moonlight and lengthening shadows was very spooky and he loved it. Mindful of those big silly gators (though he'll vanish his tail just in case, keep it out of snipping range), he focused entirely on the man who had a solid grip on him.

The king couldn't suppress a small laugh at the bite. Lestat, the loup-garou... no, no, bring on the monsters! Lucifer hadn't shapeshifted for fun in a very long time, maybe he should give Al a loup-garou encounter sometime-

But hey, let's add to it. He happily glamoured a cloud of squeaking bats overhead, and the hungry howl of the wolfman somewhere in that bog.

A perfectly spooky vibe!! Lucifer gets it, the bog has a character to it, it's charming but it's scary and that's what Alastor adores about it.

Carefully dropping Lucifer to his feet into a dance, Alastor twirled along with the music before pulling the seraph in close, in a one-armed hug, like he was filling the man in on a juicy gossip story.

♫ A young man met a lady...
and she made this fella swoon!
So they went on down to New Orleans
to elope under the moon!
He took her by the riverside
to give her the heir-lo-lo-lo-loooooom~! ♫

With a laugh, with every 'lo', Alastor elbowed Lucifer so he was 'in' on the joke, before continuing the sung tale.

♫ Well, the next day he got outta bed
and she wasn't by his side.
He searched the quarter high and low,
and the bayou far and wide!
The locals say she ran away:
but you know they lie lie lie lie LIIIIIEEEE! ♫

With enthusiasm, with a hop and a kick and a spin, Alastor pulls them into an energetic swing dance under the dangling branches of the weeping willow, twinkling with fireflies even as the wind blew and made its eerie tune for the song.

♫ There's a bat they call Lestat
who'll sink his teeth in yoooou!
You might meet a creature
from the swampy black lagooooon!
And if the moon is full,
you might meet the loup-garooooouuuu!
Don't go by the riverside--
You'll be sorry if you doooooo~! ♫

He brightened immediately when set on his shoes, more than happy to dance. He'd come to look forward to their dances more and more, something he'd always been fond of doing since...

Anyway, the story!

Oh, my my. Heirloom indeed. And off she went to goodness knows where! That poor, foolish fella!

That brass and the strings needed a little extra help. That playful bit of accordion in the back, adding a mournful hum? Lucifer couldn't help it.

He also couldn't help a snap of his fingers and a change. In one step he was himself, but by the next he was the most dapperly-dressed loup-garou, grinning mouth full of fangs. His eyes burned as he took a bit of charge in the dance, balancing the taller Alastor with a hand in twirls, a dip and a wiggle of eyebrows.

Looks like chér may have gone by the riverside...

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