There was an impending melancholy already settled in Alastor's chest, but it didn't feel useful to ponder on it - after all, he'd simply be mourning something that couldn't be helped.
So instead, he focused on what lay beneath him right now - Vox was being softer. Around his middle, certainly he OUGHT to be - that's his pup, or pups. But the gentle touches... what was this man thinking? That bout of mania and the kiss seemed to have only soured his expression.
Hmm. He won't ever make that mistake again, then.
Instead, Alastor stayed where he was seated and started straightening out the blood-soaked shirt collar and bowtie, as if nothing had happened at all.
"What do you think of Magdaline, or maybe Odette? Marcel, Dorian... hah, knew a Dorian, he was a rare stand-up gentleman. Played the horn beautifully on jazz nights."
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So instead, he focused on what lay beneath him right now - Vox was being softer. Around his middle, certainly he OUGHT to be - that's his pup, or pups. But the gentle touches... what was this man thinking? That bout of mania and the kiss seemed to have only soured his expression.
Hmm. He won't ever make that mistake again, then.
Instead, Alastor stayed where he was seated and started straightening out the blood-soaked shirt collar and bowtie, as if nothing had happened at all.
"What do you think of Magdaline, or maybe Odette? Marcel, Dorian... hah, knew a Dorian, he was a rare stand-up gentleman. Played the horn beautifully on jazz nights."