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At first, Alastor ignored the silence.
It was something of a grace period, a little longer than what he would normally allow Vincent yes but, given the spectacle he had made of himself it was only sporting to allow him more time to pick himself back up. It was how things worked between them, a perfect unspoken system that suited Alastor fine; his perfect little game piece trying and constantly failing to surpass him and, that was back when he was still leashed.
Back when Vincent had a "use" outside of simple entertainment.
Now... oh now Alastor was relishing the despair he would wring from Vox when the fool realised that now, the gap between them was no longer vast but, they might as well be on different planes of existence.
It allowed him to tolerate the silence.
So, what if there had been no whisper of Vox in recent weeks; ruined reputation aside he knew the fool's ego would not allow never mind tolerate being off the stage for to long. Yes, he had fallen further than before but, if there was one thing Alastor could say, (behind many closed doors), it was that he admired the fool's stubborn streak to keep getting back up no matter how many times he was pushed in the metaphorical mud.
So, he would wait, he would be patient and, then there dance would begin anew.
......
Weeks turned into months and, yet the silence remained.
No sign no, hint of Vox anywhere on the screens or within the hums of transmission. It was enough to make anyone else believe that the fallen Media Overlord was dead and gone but, Alastor was not most people. He would know in a heartbeat for one if Vox was truly dead an gone; he would be the one to end the snivelling fool's life exterminator blade or not.
Still, this silence was becoming grating... so much so that he was going to have to pay Vincent a visit.
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