"I'm going to be hidden away indoors for months, I'll take any form of entertainment to look forward to! Besides, seeing how you juggle between the Hotel, your businesses here AND the challenge will be hilarious. And we even have a perfect deadline - you have to perfect it before the baby is born!"
"Please- y-you know I like a challenge." Uhh. HMM. OH BOY.
"Alright: Loser answers the winner's beck and call for 24 hours." He sucked in a breath. Oop, shit-
"Sssssso long as it's not asking me to kill the other Vees or my sharks, ruin either of our careers, harm the baby, and..." He paused, scrunched his face a bit in thought. Did he cover everything catastrophic? Maybe...?
"Simplify it! Twenty four hours where the loser is at the whim of the winner in all ways that are not physically harmful~" he cooed smugly. Really, are you that behind on your Deal making? Or are you just fumbling because you're obsessed with him, old pal?
"I'll start pondering what I'd have you doing for a whole day that I couldn't already get from you, hmmm..."
He scoffed a bit and quirked a brow. "There is plenty you can't just get from me. I'm not some puppy, okay?"
He crossed one leg over the other, and was about to take the straw in his shake into his mouth, but paused.
"Anyway, can I pick a burger joint or can I pick a burger joint? That place has saved me on many a truly shitty work day. Their malt milkshakes are pretty good, too!"
He could be sporting. He offered the takeout cup. Have a sippy.
Alastor scoffed, though he still leaned in to take a little sip. Fine, fine... it's better than some awful corn syrup soda.
Still--
"You have the tastes of a teenage boy! Sweets, burgers and fries," he chuckled, finishing off his own burger in a final bite before he licked his fingers. "Smoothies, hot dogs, milkshakes, candy... how Velvette hasn't twisted your ear into better eating habits is beyond me!"
Honestly, Velvette refused to be her friend's mother - the concept didn't click with Alastor, who felt every need to dote nitpick Vox's behaviors and diet.
He rolled his eyes. "With all the work I was going while I was alive, traveling the coast and heading to whatever networks what needed a little boost, I didn't have a lot of time for a proper sit-down meal, so it was just my usual habit. You'd change your mind completely if you had a legitimate New York-style pizza, trust me. I ate at the very first pizzeria! Heard they're still open today, but sending a succubus to grab me a pie feels like a waste of resources."
He sipped. You better not have backwashed into this.
"But I generally eat alright, okay? Besides, you know as well as I do that the magic use burns calories!"
"I don't fuss with that fuddy-duddy calorie silliness! Even on my indulgent days I make sure to round out a meal with something like okra at least. The Wrath-grown variety has a funny crunchiness."
Alastor pointed at the veggies he'd manifested onto the plate.
"Don't you dare teach your children to hate vegetables."
He made a brief face. "I don't know how you put up with the slime."
But he flipped a hand. "C'moooon, I'm a fucking adult! Also, pretty dead! I can eat all the trash I want, but when you're growing up, you need all the help you can ge-"
"Children imitate their parents. And you don't want the headache of trying to explain to your six year old why their father doesn't eat his broccoli but she has to," Alastor rolled his eyes...
Though he paused, catching Vox staring at him. ? What are you staring at?
What Alastor said absolutely made sense, but that wasn't where Vox's mind was. Though he was noticed, he took just a bit too long to recover before he snapped his gaze away and focused on his milkshake.
He focused really hard on his milkshake, enough that there was a small blip over a speaker, a notification of temperature abnormalities blinking to life upon his monitor alongside a small groan of pain.
Ohgod... ohgod, he hadn't given himself brain freeze in DECADES-
Ah, a classic! Alastor laughed at the flickering screen, a giggle like old times. Amused at Vox's pain of course, but charmed by the silly mundane moment.
There was a little flutter in his heart, imagining the laughter of a little boy or girl at their father's careless mistakes. Or whatever ones he pretended to have, the absolute ham of a man that Vincent was...
... He was looking forward to it.
"You're ridiculous, you chatterbox, you know that?" Alastor asked, no venom whatsoever in his voice.
Somewhere amid the discomfort that was slowly ebbing away as his mouth warmed back up, one of his antennae twitched as it picked up the faintest little something.
It wasn't until Alastor's ears were on the move that Vox's eyes shifted from a passive curiosity to confusion.
"Hear-" Wait. Another one. Not a peep of music or even a rogue transmission of someone trying to pass a message on the sly. It was just a little noise.
His eyes narrowed briefly, and they cast about. "...A pirate station?..."
Why is he being calm about this? What if someone picks up HIS signal here??
That's absolutely right-- just noise. Just a little noise that stopped.
"Well that won't do, come now," Alastor beckoned, chuckling in amusement as he ran his thumb over the curve. He broadcast a signal, himself - something subtle, something small. A greeting.
He got a little peep of the noise in return. Echoing, trying to mimic the signal it received.
Who was he... talking to...? Hello? There was a pirate broadcast situ--
Vox. They're broadcasting.
He froze.
Then he gripped his seat and rose partway to quickly shuffle until he could plant his seat at the other demon's side. Of course. Of course the pup could broadcast...! They were both able to send signals at will all the time!!
He wanted to send as many 'hellos' as he could...! How many were too many? Would he scare them into not trying? Oh, but they should!! There was such an advantage in being able to speak through signals, communicate so much when words weren't enough, and-!!
"Shit, I... I didn't think about them broadcasting before they'd even start kicking, but it- it makes sense..." He moved a hand to cover the one Alastor had placed against his middle. "I'll give it a try."
He hesitated, frowned in thought. "Actually, wait. Let's do the..."
The frown faded, but he lowered his head a bit. "...Y'know, the... thing we used to do sometimes: Signal syncing. Maybe they'll respond better to something with a little harmony."
"Hmmhmm! They may be kicking, just too small for me to feel clearly - or you at all. I never suspected something like this," he admitted, feeling pleasant little butterflies at Vox's hand on his.
Well, proooobably butterflies? He couldn't tell. Didn't dare assume and get his hopes up, even after seeing the babe wriggle on the ultrasound like a lively little thing.
"Oh?" Alastor's ears perked again at the suggestion. Harmonizing... right, they used to match their frequencies. Something that Alastor would find himself doing almost passively, making their wavelengths sync up as if they were breathing in tandem... even just at the suggestion, he found himself already reaching to do it. "Who knows! Perhaps they'll wonder why their parents cause such a racket, hahah!"
That caught him off-guard. He snorted. "Sorry about that, kiddo- we're professional jabberjaws!"
Ah, he could feel that signal. It was second nature to reach for it, 'touch' it, and slowly adjust the tone until his matched the other's. It was like that first piping hot drink of coffee after a long day, or the wood-scented warmth of a good bourbon, the feeling of something warm and comforting in the belly. It always centered him, and when he (constantly) struggled to express what he wanted to say in his first years as a rookie Sinner, took to using his signals to communicate often... especially when heavily intoxicated.
But 'warm' and 'comfort' were the focus, and as he reached out to seek the source of the little sound from earlier, it was like an outstretched hand; it was like a soft stroke atop the head.
Whether the little one understood what these signals meant, or how they harmonized... Alastor himself at least relaxed, feeling the thrum of it through his whole body. That soft comfort of a drone, inaudible but felt deep within - becoming the radio had been startling at first, but a deep comfort despite his punishment in Hell.
Few other technology demons were broadcasters in the same way. And none could harmonize with him the way Vox did, like finding the perfect singing note and holding it for a long time, anticipating the next note thereafter and keeping perfect pitch.
The little signal, though - it probably had no idea what was happening. It just tried copying, buzzing back, mimicry... little thing was only barely larger than a potato, after all.
"I've read somewhere that baby birds can chirp and sing from within the egg," he suggested, gently pulling his hand out from under Vox's to press it more directly against his curve.
Perhaps there was no idea now, but now that Vox knew that this was a possibility- the fool that he was, thinking two radio transmitting demons wouldn't somehow impart that on offspring- all he could think now was what else he could communicate as they grew.
"I was thinking about that whole thing where people put headphones on their stomachs to play music. We can do one way better," he noted quietly, almost like raising his voice may somehow make this all stop.
His color rose briefly as his hand was readjusted, and he sat closer to accommodate. Far be it from him to pull away from any moment when the guy allowed a touch.
"...Feeling okay?..." So far, the food hadn't seemed to be too much, but...
"...Hmm? Hmm," Alastor hummed a bit distantly - he'd been focused on the frequencies, listening and committing to memory the first attempts at communication. Memorable, isn't it?
Even if it happened in a rather stressful day. Even if they'd snapped at each other in the limo, and even if he'd spent far too long with Rosie, anxious about someone who needn't know his condition rounding the corner and finding out.
"Perhaps," he shrugged ambiguously, gaze drifting back down to where their hands meet.
This is our connection.
Not the Vees, not some power play - this was... nice, actually.
"Wondering what your mother would think of me. Highly disapproved, I assume, hahah!"
He had a lot he needed to unpack later, probably puzzling at his console and falling into more and more mental rabbit holes until he had the rare epiphany. They primarily liked to strike him when it came to the company, Hell's politics... but when it came to his own feelings? Emotions? They liked to slip from his grasp with far more vigor than he anticipated.
Or maybe he was emotionally constipated, as he'd been told in jest once.
But as he thought a moment- what would his dear old mother think?- his hand moved idly in soft strokes.
"Oh, you're not wrong there- she never approved of anybody I brought home, though." He chuckled.
"Then she'd turn around and kill me for getting somebody pregnant. She was always a weird woman."
That kept making his belly coil... not unpleasantly, but certainly strangely. It was gentle, but took ownership... tonight, he quite liked it.
"Hah! My mother would've insisted I made the woman honest - don't leave her swaying in the wind, she'd say. I always told her, perish the thought - I'd never leave a lady to handle motherhood on her own. But I also wouldn't have gotten in that kerfuffle in the first place - that part I never bothered saying."
Funny, that. Though his heart sank, trying to picture her face... he didn't remember it very clearly, anymore. Even the sound of her voice felt distant and foreign.
"She'd disown me in a heartbeat for the cruelty I've done, though. Probably take her grandchild off of our hands entirely - I would've let her," he admitted with a softness to his voice unusual for him, the radio distortion nearly gone. Admitting that made his chest feel a bit heavy, even if he'd made a joke of it. "In lieu of Maman, though - you and the little one will have to settle for me, I'm afraid."
His hand hadn't stopped, but the other arm looped around behind. "Al... who the Hell is settling? Because it sure as shit isn't me. We're a couple of cruel pieces of shit who've managed to continually take our shitty situations and make something out of it! We forge our own way and come out better for it! Bigger! Brighter! And now, just-"
He gave him a squeeze. "Look at you, doing something fucking incredible! Right? I'll fight your old lady if she shows up looking to take the baby! And if you think for a second I'm settling with this, or that I'm going to walk, you're out of your mind!"
He laughed. "What, are you saying you wanna be made honest or something...?"
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sugaronthecream) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
divinetree2025-10-07 08:11 pm
no subject
Oh, fuck. He had to think of something good, then. A favor to cash in? Doing whatever the winner asks for 24 hours? The possibilities...
no subject
no subject
"Alright: Loser answers the winner's beck and call for 24 hours." He sucked in a breath. Oop, shit-
"Sssssso long as it's not asking me to kill the other Vees or my sharks, ruin either of our careers, harm the baby, and..." He paused, scrunched his face a bit in thought. Did he cover everything catastrophic? Maybe...?
no subject
"Simplify it! Twenty four hours where the loser is at the whim of the winner in all ways that are not physically harmful~" he cooed smugly. Really, are you that behind on your Deal making? Or are you just fumbling because you're obsessed with him, old pal?
"I'll start pondering what I'd have you doing for a whole day that I couldn't already get from you, hmmm..."
no subject
He crossed one leg over the other, and was about to take the straw in his shake into his mouth, but paused.
"Anyway, can I pick a burger joint or can I pick a burger joint? That place has saved me on many a truly shitty work day. Their malt milkshakes are pretty good, too!"
He could be sporting. He offered the takeout cup. Have a sippy.
no subject
Still--
"You have the tastes of a teenage boy! Sweets, burgers and fries," he chuckled, finishing off his own burger in a final bite before he licked his fingers. "Smoothies, hot dogs, milkshakes, candy... how Velvette hasn't twisted your ear into better eating habits is beyond me!"
Honestly, Velvette refused to be her friend's mother - the concept didn't click with Alastor, who felt every need to
dotenitpick Vox's behaviors and diet.no subject
He sipped. You better not have backwashed into this.
"But I generally eat alright, okay? Besides, you know as well as I do that the magic use burns calories!"
no subject
Alastor pointed at the veggies he'd manifested onto the plate.
"Don't you dare teach your children to hate vegetables."
no subject
But he flipped a hand. "C'moooon, I'm a fucking adult! Also, pretty dead! I can eat all the trash I want, but when you're growing up, you need all the help you can ge-"
He paused, stared.
"...'Children'?"
no subject
Though he paused, catching Vox staring at him. ? What are you staring at?
no subject
He focused really hard on his milkshake, enough that there was a small blip over a speaker, a notification of temperature abnormalities blinking to life upon his monitor alongside a small groan of pain.
Ohgod... ohgod, he hadn't given himself brain freeze in DECADES-
no subject
There was a little flutter in his heart, imagining the laughter of a little boy or girl at their father's careless mistakes. Or whatever ones he pretended to have, the absolute ham of a man that Vincent was...
... He was looking forward to it.
"You're ridiculous, you chatterbox, you know that?" Alastor asked, no venom whatsoever in his voice.
no subject
"Tickled pink that my suffering brings you joy," he sighed, hand to chest.
"Maybe I'll walk on a rake for good measure."
no subject
Caught in his little giggle fit imagining his pal in a truly slapstick struggle, Alastor almost missed the slight, subtle signal on the airwaves.
But it happened again, making his ears twitch and stand alert - a strange, new, fuzzy broadcast. No words, no thoughts, just... buzz.
Realization struck him like a zap of electricity, and he cupped his hand around his middle - no kicks, but...?
"Do you hear that?"
no subject
It wasn't until Alastor's ears were on the move that Vox's eyes shifted from a passive curiosity to confusion.
"Hear-" Wait. Another one. Not a peep of music or even a rogue transmission of someone trying to pass a message on the sly. It was just a little noise.
His eyes narrowed briefly, and they cast about. "...A pirate station?..."
Why is he being calm about this? What if someone picks up HIS signal here??
no subject
"Well that won't do, come now," Alastor beckoned, chuckling in amusement as he ran his thumb over the curve. He broadcast a signal, himself - something subtle, something small. A greeting.
He got a little peep of the noise in return. Echoing, trying to mimic the signal it received.
"Vox. They're broadcasting - she's broadcasting."
no subject
Vox. They're broadcasting.
He froze.
Then he gripped his seat and rose partway to quickly shuffle until he could plant his seat at the other demon's side. Of course. Of course the pup could broadcast...! They were both able to send signals at will all the time!!
He wanted to send as many 'hellos' as he could...! How many were too many? Would he scare them into not trying? Oh, but they should!! There was such an advantage in being able to speak through signals, communicate so much when words weren't enough, and-!!
"Shit, I... I didn't think about them broadcasting before they'd even start kicking, but it- it makes sense..." He moved a hand to cover the one Alastor had placed against his middle. "I'll give it a try."
He hesitated, frowned in thought. "Actually, wait. Let's do the..."
The frown faded, but he lowered his head a bit. "...Y'know, the... thing we used to do sometimes: Signal syncing. Maybe they'll respond better to something with a little harmony."
no subject
Well, proooobably butterflies? He couldn't tell. Didn't dare assume and get his hopes up, even after seeing the babe wriggle on the ultrasound like a lively little thing.
"Oh?" Alastor's ears perked again at the suggestion. Harmonizing... right, they used to match their frequencies. Something that Alastor would find himself doing almost passively, making their wavelengths sync up as if they were breathing in tandem... even just at the suggestion, he found himself already reaching to do it. "Who knows! Perhaps they'll wonder why their parents cause such a racket, hahah!"
no subject
Ah, he could feel that signal. It was second nature to reach for it, 'touch' it, and slowly adjust the tone until his matched the other's. It was like that first piping hot drink of coffee after a long day, or the wood-scented warmth of a good bourbon, the feeling of something warm and comforting in the belly. It always centered him, and when he (constantly) struggled to express what he wanted to say in his first years as a rookie Sinner, took to using his signals to communicate often... especially when heavily intoxicated.
But 'warm' and 'comfort' were the focus, and as he reached out to seek the source of the little sound from earlier, it was like an outstretched hand; it was like a soft stroke atop the head.
no subject
Few other technology demons were broadcasters in the same way. And none could harmonize with him the way Vox did, like finding the perfect singing note and holding it for a long time, anticipating the next note thereafter and keeping perfect pitch.
The little signal, though - it probably had no idea what was happening. It just tried copying, buzzing back, mimicry... little thing was only barely larger than a potato, after all.
"I've read somewhere that baby birds can chirp and sing from within the egg," he suggested, gently pulling his hand out from under Vox's to press it more directly against his curve.
no subject
"I was thinking about that whole thing where people put headphones on their stomachs to play music. We can do one way better," he noted quietly, almost like raising his voice may somehow make this all stop.
His color rose briefly as his hand was readjusted, and he sat closer to accommodate. Far be it from him to pull away from any moment when the guy allowed a touch.
"...Feeling okay?..." So far, the food hadn't seemed to be too much, but...
no subject
Even if it happened in a rather stressful day. Even if they'd snapped at each other in the limo, and even if he'd spent far too long with Rosie, anxious about someone who needn't know his condition rounding the corner and finding out.
"Perhaps," he shrugged ambiguously, gaze drifting back down to where their hands meet.
This is our connection.
Not the Vees, not some power play - this was... nice, actually.
"Wondering what your mother would think of me. Highly disapproved, I assume, hahah!"
no subject
Or maybe he was emotionally constipated, as he'd been told in jest once.
But as he thought a moment- what would his dear old mother think?- his hand moved idly in soft strokes.
"Oh, you're not wrong there- she never approved of anybody I brought home, though." He chuckled.
"Then she'd turn around and kill me for getting somebody pregnant. She was always a weird woman."
no subject
"Hah! My mother would've insisted I made the woman honest - don't leave her swaying in the wind, she'd say. I always told her, perish the thought - I'd never leave a lady to handle motherhood on her own. But I also wouldn't have gotten in that kerfuffle in the first place - that part I never bothered saying."
Funny, that. Though his heart sank, trying to picture her face... he didn't remember it very clearly, anymore. Even the sound of her voice felt distant and foreign.
"She'd disown me in a heartbeat for the cruelty I've done, though. Probably take her grandchild off of our hands entirely - I would've let her," he admitted with a softness to his voice unusual for him, the radio distortion nearly gone. Admitting that made his chest feel a bit heavy, even if he'd made a joke of it. "In lieu of Maman, though - you and the little one will have to settle for me, I'm afraid."
no subject
He gave him a squeeze. "Look at you, doing something fucking incredible! Right? I'll fight your old lady if she shows up looking to take the baby! And if you think for a second I'm settling with this, or that I'm going to walk, you're out of your mind!"
He laughed. "What, are you saying you wanna be made honest or something...?"
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)