[ That was true. In cases like this, there would always be stragglers. It was no different than how the hotel's residents had slipped through Vox's fingers, though he would no doubt have preferred to take care of them quickly. That thought did bother him a little. He didn't much care about most of them, but Husk and Niffty were bound to him. To lose them would be akin to having a piece of him torn out, and he did briefly wonder if it would make things better or worse to tell Vox to leave them.
He took a pull on his cigarette, mesmerized by the clouds of smoke that they created with each exhale.
Maybe he would stick to mentioning how wasteful it was just to murder those angels. It wouldn't hurt him any to induge Alastor's unique tastes, and for someone who indulged in the taste of flesh, angel was the finest delicacy.
He tucked those ideas for later. For now, he just shook his head. ]
As much as I would love to, killing you isn't an option for me.
[ He tapped the ashes off his cigarettes. ]
Though if you'd like, I can take a bite out of you.
[ Some people were into that... Well, the "biting" part anyway. Most wouldn't be interested in missing a chunk of flesh after. ]
[It wasn’t. He might have been able to but they both knew he wouldn’t, not when they were back here on his bed, not without some egregious betrayal. But Vox liked to lie to himself, liked to spin a narrative that he could kill him and sleep in his blood and find some happiness in it.
Ugh. Life would be easier if it was true.
There was a raised eyebrow. An odd thought drifted past his mind - Do I taste any different after taking over this place? - before shoving it away. If he did, Alastor might not stop at one bite.]
I’m not a buffet. [Dick.] But you - [wouldn’t be the first person to bite me Nope, don’t say that, not after what happened last time.] - ah, uh, sure, fuck it, you can bite me.
[Absolutely flawless save.
He puffed on the cigarette, before leaning in close and blowing the smoke against Alastor’s mouth.] As long as I get to shock you. It’s only fair, right, since we're in the negotiating phase?
[ Vox could, but he couldn't. He still needed Alastor, and as long as that was the case, killing him wouldn't be an option. They both knew that, and so the empty threat didn't bother him so much as the clumsy save, but the latter was allowed as much as the former. Alastor was quite easily placated by these concessions.
Fortunately for Vox, he had a fair bit more self-control than other cannibals. He had been cursed with the appearance of prey, but he had stronger prey instincts than most demons, and he had the sharp teeth and claws to match it. But he was quite capable of being mild, and so if he promised to keep it to a bite or two, he could still control how much pressure he applied.
His ears tilted back at the mention of electroshock, but it a brief and subtle motion. He was uncertain. Vox had been shocking him for seventy years. It was a truly troublesome ability, because combined with his perception, it left him the only person able to rip Alastor out of the shadows as he did. It was hardly a pleasant experience. ]
Hmm... [ He parted his mouth, inhaling deeply as Vox exhaled, catching the smoke that he blew out. He breathed it out with a soft sigh. He reached over to toy with the front of Vox's attire. ] ... You get too excited.
[ He hasn't forgotten the last time Vox did. It was nothing for an Overlord, but not exactly desirable. ]
[They both knew he could, he had shown it in a million ways from the cigarette to the more recent entanglements. He could fucking control it. The whole thing was just an extension of him and all this challenge did was make him want to prove himself even more.
They were pushing past the lines of cigarettes and talking, teetering on the ledge of why they had actually come together tonight. He leaned closer, close enough that the light of his screen softly bathed Alastor’s face. His tongue flicked out, the barest of sparks dancing on the end, before he pulled it back into his mouth.]
What, you think I can’t control it?
[His voice was slowly dropping lower, turning syrupy with the growing, turning feeling of it. Maybe he did want to know how those teeth would feel. Maybe he did want to show Alastor what he could do. He stubbed out the cigarette into the ashtray, letting the slow tail of smoke drift into the air.]
Don’t you trust me?
[Vox’s smile full of eager teeth showed how stupid that question was.]
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He took a pull on his cigarette, mesmerized by the clouds of smoke that they created with each exhale.
Maybe he would stick to mentioning how wasteful it was just to murder those angels. It wouldn't hurt him any to induge Alastor's unique tastes, and for someone who indulged in the taste of flesh, angel was the finest delicacy.
He tucked those ideas for later. For now, he just shook his head. ]
As much as I would love to, killing you isn't an option for me.
[ He tapped the ashes off his cigarettes. ]
Though if you'd like, I can take a bite out of you.
[ Some people were into that... Well, the "biting" part anyway. Most wouldn't be interested in missing a chunk of flesh after. ]
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[It wasn’t. He might have been able to but they both knew he wouldn’t, not when they were back here on his bed, not without some egregious betrayal. But Vox liked to lie to himself, liked to spin a narrative that he could kill him and sleep in his blood and find some happiness in it.
Ugh. Life would be easier if it was true.
There was a raised eyebrow. An odd thought drifted past his mind - Do I taste any different after taking over this place? - before shoving it away. If he did, Alastor might not stop at one bite.]
I’m not a buffet. [Dick.] But you - [wouldn’t be the first person to bite me Nope, don’t say that, not after what happened last time.] - ah, uh, sure, fuck it, you can bite me.
[Absolutely flawless save.
He puffed on the cigarette, before leaning in close and blowing the smoke against Alastor’s mouth.] As long as I get to shock you. It’s only fair, right, since we're in the negotiating phase?
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Fortunately for Vox, he had a fair bit more self-control than other cannibals. He had been cursed with the appearance of prey, but he had stronger prey instincts than most demons, and he had the sharp teeth and claws to match it. But he was quite capable of being mild, and so if he promised to keep it to a bite or two, he could still control how much pressure he applied.
His ears tilted back at the mention of electroshock, but it a brief and subtle motion. He was uncertain. Vox had been shocking him for seventy years. It was a truly troublesome ability, because combined with his perception, it left him the only person able to rip Alastor out of the shadows as he did. It was hardly a pleasant experience. ]
Hmm... [ He parted his mouth, inhaling deeply as Vox exhaled, catching the smoke that he blew out. He breathed it out with a soft sigh. He reached over to toy with the front of Vox's attire. ] ... You get too excited.
[ He hasn't forgotten the last time Vox did. It was nothing for an Overlord, but not exactly desirable. ]
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[They both knew he could, he had shown it in a million ways from the cigarette to the more recent entanglements. He could fucking control it. The whole thing was just an extension of him and all this challenge did was make him want to prove himself even more.
They were pushing past the lines of cigarettes and talking, teetering on the ledge of why they had actually come together tonight. He leaned closer, close enough that the light of his screen softly bathed Alastor’s face. His tongue flicked out, the barest of sparks dancing on the end, before he pulled it back into his mouth.]
What, you think I can’t control it?
[His voice was slowly dropping lower, turning syrupy with the growing, turning feeling of it. Maybe he did want to know how those teeth would feel. Maybe he did want to show Alastor what he could do. He stubbed out the cigarette into the ashtray, letting the slow tail of smoke drift into the air.]
Don’t you trust me?
[Vox’s smile full of eager teeth showed how stupid that question was.]