Opening the door was stepping away from a lounge and mingled Bourbon Street. An antiquated radio was nestled on a filled bookshelf, filling a section that was just about the only thing that could be considered a bedroom.
Well, that, and the fourposter bed that had a willow growing up, around and over the thing from the wall, a magicked breeze causing the weeping branches to sway.
But there were only a few steps before hard floor and the awning of a ceiling gave way to earth and grass. Open air. Trekking along the posts of the bed and lazily making their way through the air were the small gold lights of fireflies, adding a sky of 'stars' to what looked to be a dense canopy above, more of those trees creeping up the walls through a chamber clearly glamoured to add more space beyond. It seemed enough for a modest walk.
He may have taken... a -few- peeks against his will. And boy, did he owe a good number of witches and a goetia a few favors...
Alastor is silent, for a prolonged moment. Everything... the bed, the bayou, the smell of it and the earthy nature of it all. Fireflies, even...! Fireflies, cattails, willows with spanish moss... he stared, looking at just... everything.
This was... touching. It made his heart ache - he MISSED this Vox, he missed this attention to detail, the eye for aesthetic and dedication to the task at hand...
"Why, Vox..." he eventually found his voice, peeking coyly over his shoulder, "... If I didn't know better, I'd say you're trying to woo me."
...Fuuuuuck, it's too many plants, isn't it? There was insistence about it, the bird a massive nerd about what sorts of flora would exist in a place like this for authenticity-
Alastor spoke up, and it was like a dash of cold water to sober him from his thoughts. Though his stomach twisted in a knot from the tease, he immediately shot up from his seat and blew a raspberry, shrugging a little too tightly.
"Whaaat, like I don't know about your freaky swamp room preference? I told you I'd handle the accommodations, didn't I?" WOOING? Wooing. That's totally not what this is! It's a challenge, and he met it. Hopefully? That sounded like a positive appraisal.
"And the lack of gators is a bit sad, buuuut ultimately better for the baby. Well, well... I think this really is Just Right - I'll have my things in tonight," Alastor chuckled. He'd handle the move - he always used magic to move around the things he used the most, after all. The fireplace would look lovely in there, too.
His arms relaxed, enough to plant his hands on his hips and grin. 'Just Right', huh? And a couple of kisses, too. Hard work really does pay.
He wasn't keeping a tally, though! It was just... amazing that it happened twice... ❤️
"Oh, I think it'll go just fine. They're a flexible pair." He flipped a hand dismissively. Already there were questions of the renovations of this floor and he'd been kicking that ball down the road. But no longer!
"Now, I'll leave you be- I've got to make sure there are no proverbial fires to put out. ...And literal ones. I'm just upstairs, but you give me a little buzz if you need anything, m'kay?"
"I'll be off 'till the witching hour, myself - much to do before 'disappearing' again!" Alastor shrugged, melting into shadow. If nothing else, he's glad that so much of the floor was already damn near perfect - saved him quite a bit of work that he really wasn't keen on doing!
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Well, that, and the fourposter bed that had a willow growing up, around and over the thing from the wall, a magicked breeze causing the weeping branches to sway.
But there were only a few steps before hard floor and the awning of a ceiling gave way to earth and grass. Open air. Trekking along the posts of the bed and lazily making their way through the air were the small gold lights of fireflies, adding a sky of 'stars' to what looked to be a dense canopy above, more of those trees creeping up the walls through a chamber clearly glamoured to add more space beyond. It seemed enough for a modest walk.
He may have taken... a -few- peeks against his will. And boy, did he owe a good number of witches and a goetia a few favors...
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This was... touching. It made his heart ache - he MISSED this Vox, he missed this attention to detail, the eye for aesthetic and dedication to the task at hand...
"Why, Vox..." he eventually found his voice, peeking coyly over his shoulder, "... If I didn't know better, I'd say you're trying to woo me."
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Alastor spoke up, and it was like a dash of cold water to sober him from his thoughts. Though his stomach twisted in a knot from the tease, he immediately shot up from his seat and blew a raspberry, shrugging a little too tightly.
"Whaaat, like I don't know about your freaky swamp room preference? I told you I'd handle the accommodations, didn't I?" WOOING? Wooing. That's totally not what this is! It's a challenge, and he met it. Hopefully? That sounded like a positive appraisal.
Shut up, it's not wooing. The flowers were.
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"Good luck telling your partners," he chuckled.
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He wasn't keeping a tally, though! It was just... amazing that it happened twice... ❤️
"Oh, I think it'll go just fine. They're a flexible pair." He flipped a hand dismissively. Already there were questions of the renovations of this floor and he'd been kicking that ball down the road. But no longer!
"Now, I'll leave you be- I've got to make sure there are no proverbial fires to put out. ...And literal ones. I'm just upstairs, but you give me a little buzz if you need anything, m'kay?"
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