He felt like he was sailing as he was pulled in again, and his heart leaped into his throat. Al sang Nat King Cole, and Vox felt those butterflies. He was... he was so confused, but he was dancing now, and the song was so wonderful...!
♫♪ Unforgettable ♪♫ ♫♪ In every way... ♪♫
Low and soft, powered by the burn of liquor in the belly. Could he... could they... touch a little more? Foreheads. Foreheads should be okay...
♫♪ And forevermore ♪♫ ♫♪ That's how you'll stay... ♪♫
If only he hadn't slipped and said what he'd said now, rather than plan things out. He had the money... a little. He could buy a nice ring. Nice-ish. Maybe get something far nicer if he just worked a bit harder, sold a few things he owned...
♫♪ "That's why, darling, it's incredible That someone so unforgettable Thinks that I am unforgettable, too..." ♪♫
Alastor chuckled at the light snap of static and the way his hair frizzed up. It always made him laugh. Being this close, head swimming and vision filled from end to end with a bath of soft blue and red light, a break from the dreary reds of Pride...
Still drunk, Alastor nearly stumbled before catching himself by throwing his arms around Vincent's shoulders, closing his eyes and humming along as the instrumental played without missing a beat. It seems he was caught. Drawn in, like a moth to a lamp.
♫♪ "Unforgettable... In every way. And forevermore, That's how you'll stay..." ♪♫
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♫♪ Unforgettable ♪♫
♫♪ In every way... ♪♫
Low and soft, powered by the burn of liquor in the belly. Could he... could they... touch a little more? Foreheads. Foreheads should be okay...
♫♪ And forevermore ♪♫
♫♪ That's how you'll stay... ♪♫
If only he hadn't slipped and said what he'd said now, rather than plan things out. He had the money... a little. He could buy a nice ring. Nice-ish. Maybe get something far nicer if he just worked a bit harder, sold a few things he owned...
He deserved it. He deserved everything.
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That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable, too..." ♪♫
Alastor chuckled at the light snap of static and the way his hair frizzed up. It always made him laugh. Being this close, head swimming and vision filled from end to end with a bath of soft blue and red light, a break from the dreary reds of Pride...
Still drunk, Alastor nearly stumbled before catching himself by throwing his arms around Vincent's shoulders, closing his eyes and humming along as the instrumental played without missing a beat. It seems he was caught. Drawn in, like a moth to a lamp.
♫♪ "Unforgettable...
In every way.
And forevermore,
That's how you'll stay..." ♪♫