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Vox, lazily sitting in his chair, drumming his claws, had been thinking just a bit too much. Alastor really had never loved him? Surely, that couldn’t be true. But what more can come from one’s mouth other than a truth like that? And, of course, his thoughts trailed back to the disgusting moth pimp. But was he all that disgusting? He seems to love Vox more than Alastor did, right?
Sighing, Vox stood up, the effects of many, many energy drinks beginning to wane, leaving him with a not-so-stable mind. Continuing his contemplation, he could only come to one conclusion.
Valentino loved him, much more than the Radio Demon did. Or so he believed. Making his way to the moth demon’s room, he thought about what to say, not that there was much. Vox felt guilty, unsure of what, but he did. If Valentino loved him, how come he ignored the other all these years?
Knocking on the door, he stepped inside upon hearing the demon’s voice.
Said demon was lying on his couch, grinning once he realized Vox had been the demon who knocked. “Oh, Voxxy~! How I’ve missed you~! Did you tell the old prick to fuck off?” His tone was playful at first, but towards the end, it became more dour.
“Yeah.” Looking disturbed and clearly upset, Vox shook the thought of what happened quickly. “Yeah, I did.” He repeated himself. Stepping closer towards the other, he couldn’t help but wonder if the moth demon had been waiting for him.
“You're such a good boy~. Now, come here, please?” Valentino took a drag of his cigarette, and patted next to him on the sofa, sitting up. Vox cringed at the pet name but did as asked, and sat down.
“Val, I-“ Valentino cut him off, playfully shushing him by pressing a finger to his screen.
The taller gently pushed the TV demon’s screen down, facing upwards, to rest in his lap. “Now, Voxxy… I think you deserve some rest. How about you sleep for now, hmm?” He took another drag, blowing the fumes out into the other’s screen.
Vox was taken by surprise by this, but soon rested into it, as he hadn’t actually slept for two days. And, well, Valentino’s smoke was weirdly, uncomfortably, calming. His screen dimmed, and he soon found his way into sleeping like this.
• P.O.V ? change •
Alastor found his way on the familiar pavement of Cannibal Town. He made towards Rosie’s, compressing any feelings that had anything to do with Vox. He had already planned to have tea with Rosie, so of course he wasn’t going to ditch his good friend last minute.
Finding himself in the familiar gazebo, he sipped his tea, listening to his dear friend rant about Suzan, nodding ever so slightly when he felt needed.
“Oh, enough about me! What have you been up to dear? You have been treating sweet Vox right? He was such a peach the last time you brought him along for tea.” Alastor froze at the mention of Vox, choking on his tea just the slightest.
Regaining his composure, he set his cup down, the soft clink of the porcelain cup against the plate. “Ahah, well, all I have to say is I don’t believe Vox will be joining us for tea anymore.” He gave a gentle, obviously forced smile, while his eye twitched just a bit.
Rosie gasped, setting down her own cup. “What do you mean, Alastor? Did something happen between you two? Oh, what did you do?” Furrowing her brow, she gave him a look, knowing he could be… Something at times.
Alastor barked a laugh. “Dear, I did nothing. He is the one who decided, out of nowhere may I put, to end things. He simply lost feelings.” He did his best to keep his composure within his voice.
Rosie, looking rather concerned, had a crease on her temple. “No, that certainly isn’t right. You two were wonderful, and with the way he had been longing at you, there is no possible way he “lost feelings”. Alastor, dear, I can only imagine what you must be feeling right now. Are you okay?” She gave him an empathetic look, worried for the deer demon.
Clearing his throat, he nodded. “I am doing as well as I can be, sweet Rosie. I find that I am unphased by Vox’s decision.” He lied, and his memory flashed back to his radio tower, with how he ended up needing to call Niffty to clean the tower space up.
“Perhaps there was something else? Something that may have been troubling him? You never know, and it could explain the sudden feeling he had to end it. Maybe you could ask him about it?” Rosie reached over the table, gently taking Alastor’s hand and giving it a soft squeeze.
Slowly nodding, Alastor thanked her. “I’ll have to ask him, seeing if there is something else troubling him. It would make sense for something as sudden as that.”
The other demon smiled, and stood up, Alastor following suit. Once they bid farewell, Alastor makes his way off towards the V’s tower, just a tad bit irritable.
Vox, waking up under a blanket, rebooted quickly. After two days of no rest, he felt wonderful after that nap. Checking the time, 7:42 A.M., he realized it may have been more than a nap. Sitting up, he folded and put the blanket down. Vox couldn’t help but blush at the realization that Valentino was the one who laid it on him. “How sweet…” He murmured, walking out of Valentino’s room, and into his own.
He made a cup of coffee and drank it rather slowly. Settling it down on his desk, he stretched and sat down. Beginning to type out emails, conference dates, and sponsors, he lost himself just a bit to the time.
He glanced down toward the clock after a bit, and the TV demon realized he had been busy for a good 7 hours, almost 8. Sitting up from his chair, he heads out of his room, and out of the tower, taking a chance to stretch his limbs for a moment.
“Taking a walk, hmm?” Vox whipped around, to a tauntingly familiar voice.
Snarling, he tensed. “And what are you doing here, Al?”
Alastor took a moment, his smile small and thin. “I wanted to talk to you. You know, be rational.”
“Go on…” Vox narrowed his eyes, not entirely trusting the other.
Alastor, unsure of how to start this, paused for a moment. “May we head somewhere a tad bit more secluded? My tower, perhaps.” He motioned towards the direction of said tower.
Thinking, Vox decided to do so, but wanted to be quick as to not let Valentino see and get the wrong idea. “Sure, just make it quick.”
Alastor nodded, before using his shadow to travel there quickly, Vox using some power lines.
Once in the tower, Alastor turned towards the T.V. “So. What was your reasoning?”
Vox knew exactly what he meant. And, felt horrible, as Alastor needing to ask must clearly mean that he's confused. “No reason I guess… I just got bored. Now, I'm gonna be on my way, ‘kay?” lying to the other felt so wrong, but he had no choice…
Alastor’s heart felt like it was being dragged down, and squeezed, and just absolutely torn apart by dogs.
“G̷̡͘ĕ̴̟t̷̿ͅ ̸̠͌o̶̟͒u̴̩̍t̵̺́..” Alastor turned from the other, facing his radio board.
Vox hesitated, raising a hand, being cut off by the other before he could even say anything.
“I̶̛̛͕͇̐ ̸̜̝͓̣̀̿̀̆͘S̷͙̼̣̲͙͇̚͘Â̶̘͖̥͍̫͆͐̈͝I̶̧̞̝̥̠͍̐D̸̡̝̫̍̀͛̆͊ ̷̩̗͎̭̗̖͛̓̇̉͠Ľ̶͍͐͌̆͘E̷̡̳͕͓̳͔̾̓̿̈́Ä̷̩́͛̌͜V̶̥͍̯̖͈̘̽͌͘È̵̙̯͍̳̍̄͑̎̿.” Not turning around, his voice grew in static, a high pitched radio frequency coming through. Vox winced, before stepping backwards, and leaving quickly.
Alastor didn't do much, his breathing heavy. He sat down, against a wall. This wasn't fair. No, not one bit. The one time he lets his guard down, and gives his love and time to a pathetic soul. NEVER again.