Static and Moss
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A scent.
Not Alastor's. That was everywhere, moss and whiskey, wrapping around him like a blanket. This was different. Fainter. But there. Impregnated in Alastor's clothes, his skin, his breath.
Sweet. Omega. Apples.
Vox froze.
His brain, which had been about to completely shut down, came back to life with the force of a punch. Apples. That smell. That fucking smell. He knew it. He knew it too well.
The King.
Lucifer.
Vox growled. A sound that wasn't the submissive whimper from a second ago, but something sharper. More furious. His hands, which had been weakly caressing Alastor's chest, tensed. Pushed. Pressed.
—Get off me.
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- Part 1 of Static and Moss
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And then—
Knock, knock, knock.
The door.
Vox froze. His eyes flew wide open.
"Alastor?" The voice from the other side was unmistakable. Lucifer. "Are you there? Charlie's looking for you to finish her speech. She says you need to be on stage to..."
The voice continued, but Vox no longer heard it.
He only looked at Alastor.
And Alastor looked at him.
With that smile.
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- Part 2 of Static and Moss
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Vox laughed.
Actually laughed. A genuine laugh, which surprised even himself. Because it was sweet. Because this huge, tattooed alpha was using pickup lines that seemed straight out of a beginner's manual.
"Smoother?" he repeated, a smile curving his lips. "You don't know who you're talking to, do you?"
"I know you're the most interesting person in this bar," Boun smiled, showing fangs. "That's enough for me."
Vox opened his mouth to respond. To accept that drink, to let himself be flirted with by someone who didn't come with the emotional baggage of—
The chill came first.
That familiar tingle running down his spine, making every hair on his body stand up. The scent—moss, whiskey—wrapped around him like a blanket before he could process what was happening.
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- Part 3 of Static and Moss
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"This Saturday," he said. "Are you free?"
Vox raised an eyebrow.
"Free for what?"
"A dinner. With me. At a place I know you'll love."
The silence stretched. Vox looked at him—searching, scrutinizing—and something in his expression shifted. Became softer. More vulnerable.
"A date?" he whispered. "You want to have a date with me?"
"Yes."
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- Part 4 of Static and Moss
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Alastor clenched his jaw.
"You have no idea how much I want," Velvette continued, approaching, "to wipe that smile off your face with a punch."
"You wouldn't be the first," Alastor replied, with an almost amused tone. "Nor the last, probably."
Velvette snorted. Pure frustration.
"Why don't you leave him alone?" she demanded. "You've already ruined everything. Everything possible. You won. Why don't you let him find someone who actually loves him?"
The silence stretched.
Alastor looked at her. A long moment. And when he spoke, his voice was different. Lower. More honest.
"That's not going to happen," he said.
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- Part 5 of Static and Moss