divinetree | Charlie & Vox

"Ugggh... I don't really think about her that much, but remembering Winzig and all the time I spent at their place, ugh... neither of my parents really took anything I said that serious, we all graduated high school and didn't really see each other past college, so..."

Vague so-so gesture!! "I don't know why she got even more bitchy when I was dating Sev, that was the worst part..."

Sev... Sev, Sev... Seviathan, right? The son.

"More fuel for the fire, I guess? Maybe--" He paused to give a short wheeze of a laugh, then nudged her with an elbow.

"--Maybe she was into you...!"

"...Eww."

"NOT! Like she's ugly or whatever-- just!! You ever know someone whose whole personality is just?? Gross?? Like???"

"LIKE-- if you like someone then why would you be a huge asshole to them and the other people they care about????? That doesn't??? Make any sense??? I don't like mean people romantically!! That's just!! Something that makes people actually ugly, not any way they look!"

"UGH!!! I feel SO SORRY for any girlfriend she gets!!! Especially if she's a super bitch at them, too!! Fuck!"

"But WHATEVER-- fine, whatever!! Maybe someone's into that?? It's not MY problem anymore, I'm not on the market! She can go be a huge mean loser with someone else!!"

GUH.

"ANYWAY... uh. That ick aside."

Vox was completely slain. He gradually slid to his one knee onto the floor in his belly laugh, leaning on the rack for any sort of stability, tears streaming down his face.

The drama! The rationalization! The attempt to change topics...!

Oh god... oh god, he felt dizzy... fuck, he hadn't had a laugh this hard in fucking WEEKS...!

"I-... I get-... I get it...!!" Oh god, air. Hold on, air-

"Katie... Katie Killjoy, she...! Fuck, she's wanted my dicks for YEARS...! And you've- you've met her! She's the fucking WORST...!"

"Katie Kill-- UCK! Fuck, nooooo!" Charlie flinched, practically gagging at the thought.

But that was short-lived - with Vox laughing that hard, it was hard for Charlie to resist the infectious laughter, too - even if she was red-faced and embarrassed about having SUCH a dramatic reaction.

"Then-- yeah! Yeah, haha, you get it! Like-- miss Killjoy might be kinda pretty if she wasn't... like that! Hahaha!"

"Oh my GOD, if I sent you the creepy emails she's sent me, you'd fucking die...!! I have- I have a spam folder specifically to filter it all! And- and-"

He sucked in a deep breath. "And I'm INTO mean personalities! I mean, sort of?? They call it- they call it brat taming, right? When someone's just a stubborn little shit... but Katie's got no fucking shot! And she keeps trying!! It's almost sad! And I like women! I love women!! Just not- not--"

He gestured vaguely, then reached up to wipe off his face. Ohh, god...

Brat taming, ooooh gosh, she only knows that because of Angel's... helpful... informative... oversharing about his work. G o s h.

.......How... many of those movies were made by Valentino for Vox's taste--?

Nope, Charlie Morningstar, don't go down that train of thought, there's no going back.

...Though that does raise a different question. She opens her mouth, thinking to ask that one instead...

..........Noooo, maybe let's nooooot...

"That. Makes sense about you," is what ends up tumbling out after several layers of self-filtering.

Whew... alright. Let's climb back up, get on our foot here. The remark had him snort, and rather than dismiss it completely:

"Okay. Humor me: What about that makes sense?"

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HOW... DOES SHE SAY THIS WITHOUT BEING MEAN...

"Just... uhm... you seem..."

...............

"...Competitive!"

"Competitive." Girl, what--

"Sure, I like a challenge. That's how Al-- enTINO got- got my attention...! As a business partner!!"

Al... entino. Y...yeah... as a business partner.

Charlie can't really stop the sympathetic look she gives him. All of that is just...

"As long as I wipe that SMILE off of Alastor's face... I don't care WHAT happens."

...

"...Maybe you can sort of... come to learn that someone that challenges you doesn't have to be really mean to you to do it."

The lines deepened beneath his eyes as he fell quiet.

"I know that. ...I'm just not the one that needs to learn that."

He adjusted his grip on the rack, and pushed on.

Does he know that...? Charlie frowned, sadly, following along and only taking a few extra strides ahead so she could open the door for him. He's cruel, he's horrible, he's done awful things to Angel and so many people, but...

If he can feel how bad it feels, why can't he apply that thought to others? Maybe he can. Hopefully he can.

"I don't know what history you and Alastor have, but... someday, if you want to talk through your thoughts and feelings on it, I'll listen. Okay?"

He stiffened a little with the name drop before, with his screen darkening, he moved past and into his room. God, what use was there to argue a correction...?

"I'm surprised he hasn't told you anything."

He set aside the rack, hopped along until mercifully, mercifully, he could lower into a chair.

He paused, scoffed, and eased his blanket cloak off of his top half. "Fuck, who am I kidding? ...Of course he hasn't..."

Charlie paused to check the hallway, making sure it was empty before closing the door behind them and passing the plate with a few breakfast items on it over to him once he got comfortable.

"No, he really hasn't... Alastor is... well, he keeps just about everything to himself. Even Husk and Niffty don't know very much about him at all, and I think he prefers it that way."

He accepted the plate with a nod, and was relieved to at least settle whatever stomach this body had. Without a body he would have somehow starved to death over and over, and he supposed Valentino knew that.

Or maybe he didn't. Who the fuck knows.

With a frown in thought, he focused on getting a few things down while he spoke. "Yeah. Pretty much. I'm sure he gave you his whole MO, what gets him off and why he does anything. You've likely heard his radio broadcasts when he did them regularly before his little sabbatical. Guy's got a way of interacting with you, like he's known you his whole life."

He sat back and looked away. "...Right up until-"

He snapped his fingers. "...He shuts it right off and everything has been a lie. A joke. ...Everything."

"...Did it feel like that for you?" Charlie asked, a little wary. When Alastor came... he had a whole song and dance, he did make efforts to be helpful in spite of making it obvious he was a bad person, but...

"He's always been really secretive with us. And pretty mean. We were never totally sure why he actually stuck around or actually fought to protect us..." Charlie admitted, sitting on the end of the bed next to him while they talked.

"Alastor never really felt like he was comfortable doing anything but watching from the edge of the room."

But he still chose you, he thought bitterly.

He slouched, set his empty plate aside, felt the prickle of snow muddling the typical blue glow of his screen.

"Yeah. ...Sounds about right," he opted to voice aloud instead.

"Is there anyone here I can bum a cigarette off of?"

Vaggi thinks he's up to something, she thinks, but decides not to voice...

I don't really disbelieve her, either...

...But getting into Alastor like that would be... difficult. It sounds like Vox knew him better than they did, and it was by Alastor's design that that was the case.

"...Yeah. I'll ask Vaggi to bring some up. We keep some for people who're using it to ween off of their harder drugs," she nodded lightly, getting her phone out to text her girlfriend for that request.

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