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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: How adorable! (Being Threatened)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-10 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
"I appreciate your discretion."

Alastor looked back at Angel, ears pricking as he saw the way Angel was looking at him. Oh dear. Had Angel breathed in some of Valentino's wretched smoke after all?

"Are you injured anywhere? I should've checked earlier..."

Dammit. This was so awkward. Still, it wouldn't do if Angel was hurt and he injured himself further from lingering side effects from whatever Valentino had pumped into his system.
lonelysmiles: (From Behind)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-10 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Alastor nodded. "Very well. I'll leave you to your rest then."

He really did want to get whatever Valentino's smoke was made of off of him. The lingering stench was horrid.

"I suppose I'll see you whenever you get up tomorrow! Until then..."

Alastor jumped to his feet and bowed before his shadows wrapped around him. Then he was gone from Angel's room and back in his own.

His shadow eyed him.

"...Fine. I could do with some privacy anyway."

His shadow eagerly zipped away back to Angel's room. The other shadows had dispersed at Alastor's exit, so the shadow curled up in a comfy darkened corner to listen for any trouble.
lonelysmiles: (Content)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-10 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
The only answer Angel got was Alastor's shadow sweeping up from behind, projecting itself against the door. It grinned at Angel, raising a hand in a silent wave.

It had stayed all night but had hesitated in doing anything. Honestly, it was a bit better than its master at emotions but it still lacked much in the way of social skills. The best it could think to do the night before was to watch and wait.

Alastor himself was downstairs cooking. Cooking made sense when little else did. The right ingredients, the right timing, and one had a delicious meal. And if Alastor was making enough for the full staff of the hotel and their one guest, well, that was fine, too. Seeing others rave over his cooking was a solid ego boost.

He hummed to himself as he listened to his various dishes, nose periodically twitching as he smelled his hard work.
lonelysmiles: (Shadow Stag)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-10 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
The shadow's ears pricked up, smile widening exponentially. Oh yes. Ear scratches would be very good.

It shifted its shape in a bit of shadow puppetry, creating a silhouette of Alastor at the stove cooking. It even included little music notes drifting away from the little Alastor.

Then it shifted back, leaning towards Angel expectantly.
lonelysmiles: (Hello!)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-10 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Typically Alastor took his jacket off when cooking along with rolling up his sleeves. It had less to do with the aesthetic and more to do with he didn't want to get food onto his clothes. Today, however, Alastor's jacket remained on and his arms were fully covered. Last night had given him more than his fill of physical contact for at least a day. The extra clothing relaxed him as did cooking.

Though he gave Angel a bright smile, pretending that last night hadn't happened. Perhaps the spider didn't remember it, too high on whatever had been in his system. "Ah, good morning, Angel! I decided to go with something a bit simpler today: scrambled eggs, bacon, buttermilk biscuits, Cajun hashbrowns, fried apples, and beignets." He gently nudged Angel backwards and to the side with an elbow. "If you're going to watch, I'd prefer you weren't in firing range, so to speak."

He could feel his shadow slipping back into place at his feet as he continued stirring the contents of his sizzling skillet: the hashbrowns. Smells of baking goods wafted from the oven. A small pot held sliced apples that were bubbling away in a syrup made from their own juices and cinnamon. The bacon and eggs he'd do last so they were still hot when served.
lonelysmiles: It's adorable! (Look At You Threatening Me!)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-10 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Now once more possessing the space to do so, Alastor gave the skillet a shake before lifting it up, rearing his elbow back, and giving the hashbrowns a good toss. Had Angel not moved, he would've gotten elbowed in the stomach. Not a single bit of potato, onion, sausage, or spices ended up outside of the skillet. He put it back down on the burner.

"What about it?" Alastor asked calmly.

He flicked an ear to shut off the soft radio music he'd been humming along to. Nothing he could do about his internal receiver but at least he could give Angel some quiet.
lonelysmiles: (Bemused)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-10 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Alastor hummed to himself as he considered his response carefully. This wasn't something to be treated lightly, after all.

"If it's that important to you, apology accepted. Honestly, if I'd been in any real danger, I could've easily thrown you off."

Or, rather, his shadows would have when he'd frozen up. As embarrassing as that had been. His personal shadow would've torn Angel to shreds, ear scritches or no ear scritches. It was loyal first and foremost to Alastor.

"You weren't in your right mind thanks to whatever cocktail Valentino put in your system. For that reason I'm overlooking what happened." He then gave a dry look to Angel. "But if you're ever sober and do such a thing, you will swiftly regret it. Assuming you survive long enough to do so."
lonelysmiles: ...before I have to hurt you (Put That Away)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-10 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
It wasn't Angel's touch specifically that made Alastor's skin crawl. It was touch in general. He hated being touched. Just one more reason that he'd never gotten a partner: How could he do anything to please them if the thought of physical contact made him queasy?

Not that he knew what thoughts were currently swimming through Angel's head. Other than generalized self-recrimination. Unlike Alastor, Angel wore his emotions on his sleeve.

Alastor reached out to lower the temperature of the stovetop so at least his food wouldn't burn. He then walked over to lean into Angel's face.

"Sha, look at me," Alastor said bluntly, a little of his natural accent slipping in with that first word as he reached out a gloved hand to gently tap beneath Angel's chin. "I'm well-aware that if I flexed my claws against one of the V's, I'd have the other two come running. I also know that Valentino is the lynchpin of that despicable trio, but Vox and Velvet don't seem to realize that the moth is a leech that has far less power than they think he does. Yesterday Vox saw up close and personal that Valentino isn't as strong as he pretends to be. It's going to start putting cracks in that relationship."

Alastor's smile turned into a smirk.

"I may haff been born in da bayou, but dat jus means I know how ta swim wit da gatas," he said, deliberately speaking with his original accent. Then he swapped back to his normal Transatlantic accent. "I do appreciate the concern -- Actually, I'm quite surprised by it! -- but I'm not some reckless would-be knight in shining armor. And now that I know the layout of that vile studio, I can have my shadow friends pluck you out at any time without having to set foot inside."
lonelysmiles: (Face Half In Shadow)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-10 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Alastor didn't laugh.

"I greatly enjoy watching others suffer, but there are certain things I don't find funny in spite of their suffering." He looked directly into Angel's eyes. "If I were going to laugh at that in particular, I'd have to laugh at my own mother. She had terrible taste in men."

He wondered if Angel would realize just what he'd implied there. He'd been told by his mother to keep his mouth shut, say nothing.

Though, honestly, "taste" only applied to their personalities. Getting rid of the bodies when she'd finally hit her limit and snapped? Well, not all of his recipes for human flesh had been through his own experimentation.
lonelysmiles: (Boop!)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-11 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Rather what not be common knowledge?" Alastor asked playfully, mood immediately lightening.

He went back to the stove and checked his hashbrowns. Nodding his satisfaction, he turned the heat back up.

"Would you mind fetching the pack of bacon from the refrigerator? Also the egg carton while you're at it."

Move on, don't linger on the previous subject. Some normalcy would do well to dispel the sudden awkwardness in the kitchen.
lonelysmiles: (Eyeroll)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-11 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Alastor snorted. "I know I'm a heavy eater, but I can't eat all of this alone. It'll be set out in a few minutes for you all."

It was a damn good thing there were so many people here. When Alastor felt antsy, he had a tendency to cook. A lot. (Husk called it "stress cooking".) Feeding others meant the food wasn't wasted.

And, honestly, most people wouldn't eat the food because Alastor was the one who made it. It was a nice change to have people appreciate his cooking.
lonelysmiles: (Maybe!)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-11 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
It had started with Angel snubbing that breakfast. That had hurt, but Alastor had forced himself to ignore it. Probably leftovers from the drugs.

But as the weeks went on, it was as if Angel was going out of his way to avoid him as much as possible. Oh, he didn't flee at the sight of Alastor, but he clearly wanted nothing to do with him. Even gone so far as to occupy himself with Husk instead.

Which was fine. Really. Alastor was grateful for the lack of flirting in his direction. And being ignored didn't bother him at all. (His shadow, on the other hand, did everything in its power to interject itself to get Angel's attention. Apparently it didn't like someone else getting ear scratches in its presence.)

Alastor had tried to worm his way out of the Secret Santa nonsense. He didn't hate Christmas, but he didn't much care for it either. He was just sort of indifferent to it. However, Charlie was nothing if not persistent, eventually getting him to draw from her little Santa hat if only to get her to stop.

He got Angel. Clearly, the game was rigged.

Well, if he was going to be forced to do this nonsense, he'd do it right. Which meant he needed to figure out what the other wanted. Which called for some deception.

He walked to where Angel was helping decorate. "Angel, would you come down? I require your assistance!"

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