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Angel Dust ([personal profile] itsytitsyspider) wrote2021-10-14 12:15 pm
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Behind Closed Doors



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lonelysmiles: (Face Half In Shadow)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-11-11 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Alastor nodded even though Angel wasn't likely to see it. Instead, he took a bit of cloth and dipped it into the sticky poultice. His hands, gloved or not, would never touch Angel's skin. He knew the look of someone who'd been touched enough.

It was arguably the only thing he truly had empathy for: that feeling that another's touch was burning, freezing, crawling under the skin and wouldn't give a moment's peace.

Alastor began applying the poultice little by little, adding bandages as soon as the scrapes and bruises were covered by the bitter-smelling mixture. He began murmuring under his breath as green magic swirled about Angel, seeping into the other's body and encouraging healing.

If Angel listened close enough, he'd be shocked to hear not curses or forbidden tongues but prayers almost buried beneath Alastor's customary static.
lonelysmiles: (From Behind)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-11-12 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Alastor snorted. "Contrary to popular belief, voodoo isn't just about hexes and curses. Plenty of the spells, particularly those in rootwork, are for healing."

He continued applying each bit of poultice and the bandages.

"I admit I never found much use for the healing aspects outside of personal use, but here we are, I suppose!"

His power flowed into Angel, working with the poultice to start cleaning out potential infection and closing up the wounds.
lonelysmiles: (Arrival - Closed Eyes)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-11-12 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not," Alastor said flatly. "Perhaps if I was, I wouldn't be down here in the first place. Besides, I told you I take good care of my toys and don't appreciate others breaking them. I'll have to think of some way to repay Valentino for this."

He dipped another strip of cloth into the poultice.

"Close your eyes. This will sting even more if it ends up in them, and you writhing around in the floor in pain might be fun to watch but it will probably undo a lot of my work."
lonelysmiles: (Polite Chuckling)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-11-12 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Alastor's ears pricked up as his eyes widened in surprise, smile tensing as Angel's hands hovered so close to his shoulders. He relaxed a hair when Angel chose to start petting the pig instead, relieved. It had nothing to do with where those hands had been. Alastor just didn't like to be touched unless he initiated it, something Angel likely knew.

He chuckled as he reached forward to tap the back of his hand against Angel's chin, a mute request for him to look up.

"My dear, I prefer fixing up the old and broken toys since they're shiny and new to me. Why interest myself in something just anyone can pick up at the corner store? The real treasures are the ones others have forgotten. No no no no, I'll take the burnt-out old Philco over any Vogitech MP3 player. With a bit of elbow grease and time, the Philco will be infinitely better than that lump of plastic."

Alastor then darkly chuckled. "Besides, I'm not so foolish as to attempt to 'clean house' again just yet. I caught everyone flat-footed last time. This time they're watching for me."
lonelysmiles: (Aimless!)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-11-14 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Alastor gave a sharp laugh. "Ha! Even if I was, nobody would ever believe you, my effeminate fellow!"

The Radio Demon. Soft. Absolutely absurd. Everyone in Hell knew the Radio Demon had no heart. Why, some sinners were convinced that Alastor had never been alive to begin with, the Radio Demon having manifested from pure evil itself.

He wished he didn't have a heart, that he was just evil chaos made manifest.

"Now then: Eyes closed unless you want to writhe about on the floor! As amusing as that would be, you'd undo all my work so far!"
lonelysmiles: (Face Half In Shadow)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-11-14 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Who says I sleep?" Alastor asked, chuckling.

However, he began very carefully dabbing away at the areas around Angel's eyes. It wouldn't do to work to heal the damage only to poke the spider's eye out with a clumsily-placed claw.

He resumed murmuring his prayers to the loa, asking for their aid in speeding up the healing process. Likely the names would mean nothing to Angel except for one: Divine Mother Mary.

The swelling around the blackened eye was starting to go down. Good. Soon enough Angel would be able to use the eye to see again. It'd take more time for the aberrant color to go away but the swelling was the important thing.
lonelysmiles: (Shadowed Interest)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-11-14 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
There. Finished. And a good thing, too, as Angel began opening his eyes. He sat ramrod straight, eyes flicking over Angel one more time to make sure that he hadn't missed any places. It was a strange silence but not an uncomfortable one. For all of the noise that accompanied Alastor, there was something to be said for quiet.

And then Angel thanked him.

Alastor's ears pricked upwards, twitching periodically as he tried to process what he'd just heard. Someone thanking him. It was such a rare thing. After all, his reputation was one of terror and bloodshed and warnings to run very fast in the opposite direction the moment someone saw him.

"I...you're welcome...?"

The sound of a radio swinging uncertainly between channels accompanied the stilted response. The words tasted strange on his tongue. He'd said them before long, long ago, but it'd been so long that the phrase had turned rusty.
lonelysmiles: How adorable! (Being Threatened)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-11-14 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Alastor's ears twitched backwards. "Not even in your wildest dreams."

He rose from his seat, snapping the lid back on the Tupperware container. There was still quite a bit of the poultice left. He then held it out to Angel.

"Here, you degenerate. Don't forget to reapply this in a few hours on any remaining cuts or swelling."
lonelysmiles: (Warning)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-11-14 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Alastor's grin widened as his eyes narrowed, ears now flat against his skull.

"Don't ever say that again to me."

He could feel the flustered blush starting to tint his cheeks as red as his hair. With that, he teleported away, back to the relative safety of his room.

There. He knew where Angel was. The situation was back under control. The status quo restored. The spiders beneath his skin finally stopped their tap-dancing.

However, when he laid back on his bed, he still found it impossible to sleep. He groaned and buried his face in his hands as the embarrassed blush overtook him.
lonelysmiles: (Content)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-11-14 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
There was something comforting in the normalcy over the next few days. Everything was as it should be, even the parts Alastor personally didn't care for. He enjoyed being entertained but there was something to be said of having some sort of normal if it meant that it wasn't his typical version of normal.

He was getting too used to having people around him. Things were going well. Where was that blasted other shoe?

Alastor hummed along with the music his internal receiver had picked up on as he sipped his coffee. He and Charlie had gone over the budget regarding some of the upcoming larger repairs. Some parts of it he'd do with his magic, but Charlie had been insistent that the majority had to be done through good old fashioned hard work. After all, how could she expect her patrons to put in the effort if she herself wasn't? (Admirable in its own way but honestly she was biting off more than she could chew. Ah well. She'd come around and ask for more of his help soon enough.)
lonelysmiles: (Bemused)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-11-14 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
Alastor looked up from his coffee, giving the spider a bemused look. "Heading out, I see. Should we be expecting you before or after sunrise?"

The usual jabs. Nice and normal. Honestly as much as Angel's profession got under Alastor's skin, he kept the scathing remarks to first degree burns. The world's oldest profession could continue on so long as Alastor didn't have to participate.
lonelysmiles: (Eyeroll)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-11-14 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
Alastor rolled his eyes. "After sunrise then. Noted." He waved a hand as if shooing away a particularly annoying fly. "I'm looking forward to a night without your crass invitations!"

Near as he could figure, it was some sort of game to Angel. A game Alastor didn't enjoy playing. It was, quite frankly, embarrassing. Particularly given he always got the vague impression when he decided to end the game by leaving Angel to his vulgar devices that it was giving Angel the victory.
lonelysmiles: (Just Me And My Shadow)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-11-14 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
Ever since Alastor had come to the Happy Hotel, the little shadow creatures that were drawn to the deer demon had a tendency to hang around as well. They flitted about from shadow to shadow, watching the inhabitants of the hotel with equal parts curiosity and amusement. Sometimes they liked to play tricks on the demons living there. Mostly harmless things like moving things around.

This also meant that they acted as Alastor's extra eyes and ears even when he didn't specifically ask them to. They weren't bound to the Radio Demon like his personal shadow, but they liked Alastor. He always included them in his mischief, meaning the shadows thought he was great fun the vast majority of the time.

One of the shadows was watching Hell go by from beneath one of the eaves outside the hotel when it spied an unfamiliar limousine pull up in front of where Angel had just exited the building. The door opened, yet nothing but red smoke exited the vehicle, further drawing the shadow's curiosity. It watched as Angel hesitated with obvious discomfort and then ultimately got into the garishly pink machine. If this was some sort of game, it didn't look like one that Angel wanted to play. The last time the shadow had seen that had been a few days ago when Alastor had asked the shadow creatures to keep an eye out for Angel who'd been missing. If Angel went missing again, its deer friend would be upset.

It slipped into the hotel, seeking the Radio Demon.

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Alastor's ears pricked at the sound of a car door slamming shut followed by the squeal of tires. It was probably nothing. Everything was fine.

...The spiders were starting to tap dance beneath his skin again.

Angel didn't have a car. Charlie didn't let anyone use her limo without asking. Yet it sounded like a car had been waiting for when Angel had stepped out. A client that had set something up ahead of time?

Or worse.

He stared into his half-empty coffee cup, the rich flavor suddenly tasting like muddy bayou water. He subconsciously rubbed at his arm while his ears twitched erratically.

One of the playful little shadow creatures appeared before him, chittering in his head as it transformed into the silhouette of Angel with a distressed look on his face. Alastor went shock still as he listened to the details: a strange pink limousine with red smoke.

Alastor's coffee mug cracked as the hand still gripping it clenched it.

"Thank you, my friend, for bringing this to my attention. Will you and the others let me know if he beats me back here?" He held out a ball of swirling green magic about the size of a golf ball to the shadow which it eagerly took, shifting back into its normal, vaguely-impish shape.

Then Alastor teleported away, leaving the half-finished coffee abandoned. He arrived in front of Valentino's studio, smile tightening with disgust. It would've been nice to teleport directly to Angel's location, but unfortunately Valentino wasn't a fool: His building was one of the ones warded against scrying. Alastor would've teleported in completely blind and could end up merged into a wall.

Well, appearing out front where people started emptying the street en masse meant stealth wasn't an option. Alastor's shadow leaned over his shoulder.

"Find Angel."

The shadow swooped into the building as Alastor followed at a more sedate pace.
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